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Various Non-Bald Discussions => General Discussion => Topic started by: schro on May 11, 2009, 04:07:05 PM
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:Xo!
OK, I know this thread is going to get some funny responses.
Share your stories of irritating / whacko neighbors, their odd habits, etc. etc.
Right now I have to say we are blessed with great neighbors. 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. :x!
OK, your turn.
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For a number of years we lived in a mobile home park and our next door neighbor was one of the strangest individuals I know. Imagine living next door to one of the cavemen from the Geico commercials. Well this dude could have been a dead ringer for one of them. This guy enjoyed being outdoors even more so than indoors regardless of the time of year or weather conditions. He had a tent behind his house. Yep you read that right. He would sleep out there. I think his most annoying habit was burning firewood nightly. Not like a nice firepit but a roaring ass fire that would smoke up the neighborhood. Our other neighbor took great pride in as best as I can describe, beer can ornaments. Don't miss the place other than the fact our trailer was paid for..no mortgage.
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Hmm watching someone get shot and take off in a car was interesting. Can't wait to move.
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Well first off my neighbors to the back are dead because it happens to be a cemetery. It's a nice one though and they don't allow big headstones so it looks like an open field. Then the 2 houses each way are kids I grew up with and are still pretty close friends. Across the street is another friend a year ahead of me in school. So basically It's just a lot of partying between the houses and we never have to worry about anyone calling the cops. So I guess I have it lucky so far.
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Well first off my neighbors to the back are dead because it happens to be a cemetery. It's a nice one though and they don't allow big headstones so it looks really nice. Then the 2 houses each way are kids I grew up with and are still pretty close friends. Across the street is another friend a year ahead of me in school. So basically It's just a lot of partying between the houses and we never have to worry about anyone calling the cops. So I guess I have it lucky so far.
As a kid living at my grandmothers place the family cemetery was just across from the house too, had a lot of nightmares about that one. Especially when I was showed where my own plot would be heh
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GEEZ, when I started this thread, I was hoping for something a little more humorous.
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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. ;D Doors would be slamming, things would get thrown, etc......
It was actually kind of comical after a while.
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GEEZ, when I started this thread, I was hoping for something a little more humorous.
Sorry bro!
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We once had neighbors to our back that complained to the city when we erected a fence. Their major complaint was that the fence blocked their "view". Thing is, the only possible view that could have been blocked was to our bedroom sliding glass doors. Sickos!
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We once had neighbors to our back that complained to the city when we erected a fence. Their major complaint was that the fence blocked their "view". Thing is, the only possible view that could have been blocked was to our bedroom sliding glass doors. Sickos!
Should have sold them show times and popcorn! :*))
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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. :x!
OK, your turn.
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.
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I've got some neighbors who were so convinced they were going to buy this place that they built their house facing the pond. It po'd my elderly cousin, who owned the place at the time so, that he put a junked car (how us Southern Redneck's do it) down near the pond ... and in line of their view !! Yeap ... the successful doc suddenly had a junked car in his front yard.
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We sold our house and moved last year due to irritating neighbors in the house next door. They crammed 3 families into 1 house and let their young kids run wild without any supervision. Their little twin boys (only 6 years old) used to play in our crushed stone every day when we were at work, and one day we found our new aluminum garage doors all dented and new vinyl siding cracked, with rocks on the ground all over the place. Then, as the little boys got older, they became very good at baseball, and we had hardballs whizzing by our windows constantly. Sometimes soccer balls would get blasted over the fence and hit the garage doors.
Naturally, the parents denied their kids could have thrown the rocks, even though they were always running away from the rocks every time we pulled in the driveway. Then, regarding the baseballs and soccer balls, they always said "they're just kids ....". We suggested that perhaps they should hit the baseballs towards their own house instead of making our house the outfield. They were immigrants and barely spoke English and always had a puzzled look on their faces, like "I don't know what the hell you're saying".
Also, their yard was always filled with junk. Everyone in the neighborhood worked hard to keep their yards neat, and this house always had crap everywhere and didn't mow their lawn often enough.
We're very lucky to have nice neighbors in our new neighborhood. I'm glad we moved, as it was the only way to solve that problem. Mission accomplished.
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We have a guy two doors down that we call "hook" because one of his hands is a hook. Normally I wouldn't make fun of this, but the guy is a total jerk (keeping it clean). One day after a 7 hour ordeal with a Uhaul breaking down full of furniture I finally had it towed to my house at midnight. The flatbed driver had some issues backing it up and the truck would beep while backing up. Well, it took him 4 tries. As we're unloading hook decided to come over and tell us how loud we were like he couldn't see that we were unloading a fricken Uhaul. I told him that if he didn't want to feel how that hook felt up his ass then he better go inside. He hasn't looked at me since.
We call the guy behind us ground hog because he pops his head over the fence to see what we're up to. Then he'll bang sticks together to get our dog to bark and then come and leave us a note asking us to keep our dog from barking. Our dog rarely barks unless someone is on our property.
The guy across the street is a recluse yet likes to point a video camera at my neighbors house and my house. He also gets royally pissed off if someone parks their car in-front of his house on the street, though he only has one car that he parks in the garage.
Other than that, my other neighbors are really nice people.
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The neighbors that I have right now are pretty much elderly neighbors. We have no problem with them at all. I couldnt ask for better neighbors, minus the fact that the neighbor to the south of us complains that our dog barks "occasionally". He got up set one night when our dog was barking at 3 am only to find out the next morning his car had gotten broke into during the night. I told him, well there ya go, that is why the dog was barking. You should have taken that as a warning.
Now rewind about 25 years. When I was living at home with my parents, we didnt have the fanciest house in the neighborhood, nor was our neighborhood the nicest. Our neighborhood was the typical "American Small town neighborhood" where everyone would watch out for each other, except for the Bunners. Mrs Bunner was always refered to as Maggot Bunner. Even to this day she answers to the name of Maggot.
These people were sooo annoying and irritating it would drive the whole neighborhood insane. They absolutely had nothing. They lived in a 2 story brick house wiht boarded up windows . It was an eyesore to the neighborhood. Their "laundry room" was located out on their back porch that was not inclosed. I have a story about "The Washing Machine" if I can keep my self from laughing long enough to type it.
One day i reckon it was wash day, she was out there loading up the washing machine. I had just made some new friends and we were sitting on our front porch. The Bunners lived just across the street and you could plainly see their porch aka laundry room from the street. As we are sitting there talking, we started to hear this loud banging noise. Evidently the washing machine went on the spin cycle adn rocked itself right off the porch. The lid flys open cloths start spitting out the top and we hear her screaming JERRY JERRY! JERRY! THE CLOTHES ARE IN THE YARD JERRY COME QUICK JERRY. LOL Jerry was her husband.My friend and I just sat there laughing our asses off. He was like Man I wished I lived in this neighborhood. Nothing funny ever happens around my house.
Fast forward about 3 months, its Halloween time. On their front porch they set out on their porch these 3 dummies made and stuffed with old clothes. It was quite comical as they really resembled her husband, their daughter and the Mrs. Again it was an eyesore. She kept coming over to our yard admiring my dads cornstalks that he had set up in teh front yard with pumpkins and gords and bales of straw. She was like wow you must make alot of money to be able to afford that. We just didnt answer her, all we would say is well thanks. My younger brother would tell her that he cant believe that they used such good clothes on those dummies. She didnt like that too well. She was rather put off. Well she started comin over and stealing our pumpkins. We would find them sitting on her front porch. Dad was always like , oh well kids, if they really need them let them have em. We will just go to my grandfathers farm and get more. Well taht pissed us off because she would steal from us.
So one night my brother and I went for a bike ride, with our ball bats. We would go up the street about a block or two. Race back down the side walk in front of their house, ride thru their yard and WHAMMM! Them damn dummies went flying in the air. Heads came off and everything. It wasnt but 2 minutes later she comes out screaming OH JERRY OH NO! JERRY! THey Killed my Jerry. She was out their in the yard picking up the pieces just crying her eyes out. She gathered them all up and came stomping over to our house carrying this wad of rags. She wanted us to explain to her how us kids could be so thoughtless and ruin an absolutely perfect pair of pants. She claimed that the pants on one of the dummies were her husbands only good pair of jeans.
You can pretty much guess how the rest of that converstation went.. so my mom offered to sew them up. She said NOPE they are dead. She went home and actually buried the pants in the back yard.
I am just glad we do not live next to that anymore. I have alot of other stories but I dont want to bore you all.
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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.
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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.
Do you not have the 5 foot rule there? Here in our city we can not build or place anything right on the property line. You are suppose to be able to maintain all parts of your yard without having to be in the adjoining property. I would check in on it, they may be forced to move their fence back about 5 feet.
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We 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 ?
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We 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 ?
Only if he was actually cordial.
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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.
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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.
I don't know about druggies, but when the Hells Angels still had a clubhouse in Halifax I felt a hell of a lot safer out at night
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Well I grew up in the city in what we called "Row houses" in those days. We were a pretty rough group of kids and shitty neighbors were NOT given any kind of break.
As teens we had a spot on one of the streets where we hung out. The spot was on the corner of a street and an alley way. We hung out there because it had a street lamp for night time congregating and the alley led directly to the wooded area where we hung out.
Now we were rough kids but not really bad kids..... we didn't generally just cause trouble because most of us had Dad's that would kick our asses. So when we hung on the corner we were never loud or disrespectful to the neighbors....... but there was one old lady, in her late 50's, that didn't like us hanging out under that lamp. I don't remember her name but she was always calling the cops on us. The cops would come, move us along with a "guess who called again", and be on their way.
So one Fall evening one of the guys, Dominick, "hatched" a plan to get even with this old gal. You see.... Dominick's neighbor was a milkman. So Dominick had us all pool our money and he went to the milkman and bought six dozen eggs.
There were about 20 of us there the night the plan was put into play. The plan : One of us would run up and knock on the door then run. The old lady would always come out with a broom yelling. When she came out and the door shut behind her, operation "egg" would be launched.
So up goes one of the guys, he knocks real hard on the door and runs back to the pack of us kids. The old gal comes running out of the house cursing and swinging her broom. The door shuts behind her and Dominick yells "NOW!!!'. Twenty teenagers launched a couple of eggs each...... it looked like a snowstorm there were so many eggs in the air!!!
The old woman was yelling "OWWW! OWWWW!" as the eggs pummeled her and the front of her house.
We immediately got rid of the egg cartons and then just hung out waiting for the cops to show up. A few minutes later they were at her door. We could see the cop nodding his head and looking at the eggs all over the front of the house and porch as well as the old gal.
The cop walked off the porch and right down to us. As he got closer we could see that he had a big smile on his face. He said, "You guys finally got her, huh?..... Shhhh no laughing". He stood there wagging his finger at us like he was lecturing us for a couple minutes. Then laughed and drove off. He told us the guys at the station were going to have a good laugh when they heard about this.
Final note........ The old gal never called the cops on us again.............
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About 8 years ago I lived in a different town. I lived on a cul-de-sac but the houses were only 20 feet apart. We had a single Mom with a 10 year old boy named Dustin living next to us. Dustin was a bit of a stinker but I really liked the kid and was kind of a surrogate Father to him. His Mom would often ask me to talk to him when he was in trouble at school or if he did something wrong at home.
The parking pads to our houses were right in front of the houses. Well the single Mom put in a basketball hoop for Dustin. Problem was, this hoop was only about 40 feet from our bedroom windows in the house.
Well one Summer evening about 10:30 the basketballs are bouncing like crazy. I go to bed at 10PM to get up at 4AM. Finally at 11:00 I go to the window and Dustin and two other boys are out there shooting hoops. I said, "Hey Dustin don't you think it's getting a little late?". I heard a few grumbles among the three of them but they did stop.
The next night.... same thing....balls bouncing at almost 11:00. So this time I get up and go out and tell them to knock it off. I tell them this is the last night and I'm not going to put up with it anymore. Some grumbles and off go the other two boys and Dustin into his house.
Fast forward to the next evening about 7 PM. Dustin, these same two boys and another boy pull up on their bikes and grab the B-balls to shoot hoops. I was sitting on my front porch. I looked over waved to Dustin and said, "Hey Dude, how about you knock off by 10 o'clock tonight". He said, "OK Mr. Mike".
But one of those other two boys says to me, "I went home latst night and told my father what you said to us last night". I said, "Is that right?". Then he says "Yeah.... and he said to tell you this is a free country and we can do whatever we want to".
So i got up off the porch and went over to Dustin and these other three boys. I said" Who are you boys and where do you live?". Turns out the two of them were brothers and the third was their cousin. They lived on the other end of the neighborhood.
I looked at the one with the big mouth and said, "You know what? Your dad is right.... this is a free country. You can do what you want and I can do what i want right?" The three boys shook their heads yes very enthusiastically. Then I said, "So here's what I'm going to do. I'm going down to Baltimore in a little while and I'm going to my old neighborhood. I'm going to get one of my old friends kids to come back here with me and I'm going to pay him $10 to kick your butt".
Well the younger brother yells at me, " You can't do that!". I look at him and say "Well I'm going to pay him $20 and have him kick your butt too". Then i look right at their cousin and say to him "How about you? Do i need to pay him $30 and have him kick you butt too?" NO SIR!! he says.
So then the one with the big mouth says he''s going to go home and get his Father and bring him back up here. I said, "Go ahead, and tell him I'm going to kick his butt right in front of you boys. I'll be waiting on the porch."
They rode off......... never to be seen or heard again............apparently dad was a coward..........
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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. ;D Doors would be slamming, things would get thrown, etc......
It was actually kind of comical after a while.
Latin women are no joke man. When they get to yelling, there is no different levels. Its just LOUD. haha.
my next door neighbors are pretty cool (i actually used to play shows with him when we were in seperate bands. didnt even know it until we moved in.) but the neighbor next to them is odd. We live in townhomes, and she has horse stuff everywhere. Flags, horse statues, etc. all over her house. When we are outside at night because were hanging out with friends, she will not come outside or say anything to us if we might be getting too loud. she will just flick her lights outside on and off constantly.
and thats another thing. she will not talk to us. or anyone. she has walked right past us, eyes straight ahead, not acknowledging us or the fact we said hello to her. and that was right after we moved in.
my parents neighbors on one side are crackheads. the two brothers are always in and out of jail for this and that. never anything too serious, just fighting or not paying child support. their sister has about 100 kids, and 3/4ths of them were born addicted to whatever god-awful drug their mom was shooting up at the time.
and all that in a normal, quiet suburb outside of the city. :/O
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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. :x!
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 :Xo!.
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!
My apologies. My entry about the anti-freeze was insensitive and I have deleted it so as not to create any further offense.
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A BIG THANK YOU TO BUDDHA FOR REMOVING HIS POST AND ALSO FOR SENDING ME A PM APOLOGY. THIS IS WHAT MAKES THIS SITE SO GOOD. I TOO HAVE REMOVED MY POST. NO HARD FEELINGS BUDDY