So the hubby and I were settling in front of the boob tube when we hear a mighty commotion out front. Not seeing anything from my vantage point out the window, I joined hubby on the front porch. Two houses down on our normally quiet street was this crazy fight a-brewin'. I got there to see Noname- running back and forth from his car that was left running in the middle of the road. Apparently he was really mad at "Josh". There was lots of screaming- girls and guys. Hubby informed me that when he got to the porch, there were fists a-flyin'. I missed the good part. About that time our across the street neighbors came out and we all turned on our porchlights. Noname bid a hasty farewell with the promise that he'd be back. Lucky us. I don't know why this whole thing amused me. The thing that struck me as really funny was after Noname sped away, our neighbor looks up and yells to us, "Hey how's it going" like we weren't just watching crazy fight club. Ah just another day in Darwin's waiting room...