They're an odd bunch, those folks at Country Village.

If my living buddies and I were to have our front door open, our daily lives at full display, here are some moments you might have caught:

1) One of us beating up a football, punching the pigskin with all our might and finally slamming its "head" into the ground
2) One of us stepping in a circular motion atop an empty water jug, while another chugs from his still full jug in envy
3) One of us trying to slap the other one's chest, while the other is pointing a pocket knife toward his attacker
4) All of us crowded around the patio window staring at the second bird to crash into our window and break its neck
5) One of us shaking our hips from east to west, executing the official apartment greeting
6) One of us burning our happy trails with the lighter
7) One of us checking on our captured lizard to make sure he's alive, the lizard we made a booby trap for and hope to feed to Toad Diddley whenever he returns
8) One of us pulling out robo-mullet and gawking like a boy from Spiddle County
9) One of us pouring lemon juice into his water
10) All of us playing cards on the dining room table while blasting Motown through the living room speakers
11) Two of us reciting scenes from "American Movie" while the other pulls out a meat cleaver
12) One of us yelling at the other in a Grandpa Murphy from Spiddle County voice
13) All of us doing nothing