I only have one rule: There are no rules.
I do what I want. I only have one rule: hands off the neighbors.
The single ladies on the block have tried it. I mean, come on. I’m a rich, single dad with a big house and an even bigger… lawn.
But playing where you live is a recipe for trouble.
Then the girl-next-door gets locked out and I can’t exactly leave her outside, right?
This is a bad idea. But it’s going to feel oh so good.