Don't even get me started on my parents' neighbors. We refer to them as the Klopecs as their house is the only two story house in the cul-de-sac yet it's not taken care of. Though, they decided to spend money to build a fence right on the edge of their property and along our driveway. So now to park two cars in the driveway you have to let the passengers out first.
We call the guy behind us ground hog because he pops his head over the fence to see what we're up to.
Quote from: Tyler on May 11, 2009, 09:21:26 PMWe call the guy behind us ground hog because he pops his head over the fence to see what we're up to. Wouldn't Wilson be a better name ?
Okay mine is kinda lame but when I lived in town before I had the worst neighbor ever. It was when I had poultry, I was only allowed 3 birds but had like 20 but none made much noise. The neighbor always complained about my birds and was so whiney about it. He said they woke him up and all that. On top of his complaining he also had a pack of yappy dogs. He had a couple little rat dogs and a hound of some sort. They would bark at everything it seemed, they kept me up all the time it seemed. Then the guy was caught trapping the other neighbors cats and was seen killing one and skinning it out so he got into some trouble and moved out. Then after him there were some druggies in the same house. People came and went at all hours and there was loud music and funny smells, it didnt feel safe with them around but atleast they didnt complain. Then we moved out and didnt have many bad neighbors after that.
When my wife and I were first married we lived in a townhouse. We shared a wall with two Mexican women who spoke as much English as we did Spanish. We would cordially smile if we saw each other. They seemed very nice.HOWEVER - We're not so sure they got along. They would get into these screaming matches. We could hear them screaming at each other in Spanish through the wall. Doors would be slamming, things would get thrown, etc......It was actually kind of comical after a while.
Quote from: buddha on May 11, 2009, 08:42:20 PMQuote from: schro on May 11, 2009, 04:07:05 PMAlthough, the lady next door to me has taken in her daughters' little yappy piece of sh*t yorkie. I work out of the house most of the time and like to have the screen door open a lot. Every little thing causes this little rat to bark like it's the End Of Days! God I hate that dog with every fiber of my being. OK, your turn.A little lump of hamburger with some anti-freeze mixed in is a sure cure for a yapping yorkie. Talk about an irritating neighbor, though. In my first house in Waukegan I lived across from a woman who had "a couple" of gentleman callers at odd hours. One day I come out of my house and my bros in blue had the house taped off. I asked what happened and learned that one of her beaus had pinned her to the basement floor with a butcher knife. I mean, the dude stabbed her so hard he chipped the concrete underneath her. With the knife, I mean.The remark about the anti freeze ijn the hamburger is NOT funny .We lived 2 doors from an old witch who hated cats. She put meat with antifreeze in it out. Would you like to explain to your 6 year old daughter why her cat was dead and had obviously died a very painful death due to the pain shown on the poor things face? No? I didnt think so!
Quote from: schro on May 11, 2009, 04:07:05 PMAlthough, the lady next door to me has taken in her daughters' little yappy piece of sh*t yorkie. I work out of the house most of the time and like to have the screen door open a lot. Every little thing causes this little rat to bark like it's the End Of Days! God I hate that dog with every fiber of my being. OK, your turn.A little lump of hamburger with some anti-freeze mixed in is a sure cure for a yapping yorkie. Talk about an irritating neighbor, though. In my first house in Waukegan I lived across from a woman who had "a couple" of gentleman callers at odd hours. One day I come out of my house and my bros in blue had the house taped off. I asked what happened and learned that one of her beaus had pinned her to the basement floor with a butcher knife. I mean, the dude stabbed her so hard he chipped the concrete underneath her. With the knife, I mean.
Although, the lady next door to me has taken in her daughters' little yappy piece of sh*t yorkie. I work out of the house most of the time and like to have the screen door open a lot. Every little thing causes this little rat to bark like it's the End Of Days! God I hate that dog with every fiber of my being. OK, your turn.