After unloading their truck, the two youngish men promptly took off their shirts to get down to business. White skin glistened like the underbelly of a fish. The ill-fitted blue jeans completed the look by revealing love handles and butt crack. They listened to horrible loud music and littered the yard with cigarette butts.
Despite appearances, they were masters at their craft. I came home today to see that a fucking fantastic fence (like the alliteration?) had been installed. Beautiful to behold. Then again, it should be. I paid enough for it. There was one small problem… On the steps was a note: “We need to build you a new gate. See you in a few days.”
Butt crack will be back.