Be a Bad Neighbor

This lovely family moved out of their house next door to mine. The next lot to go in were a group of guys and girls who were into the "pharmacutical trade" and boy were they obvious. It was so bad the police raided the house and it was up for sale. The next family to move in was a couple who had four sons and they loved football (soccer). Unfortunately the garden was way too small to be a football pitch and I found her highly inconsiderate. One Saturday she let her kids out at 7am when most people are trying to recover from the working week so I had to tell her to keep the noise down. I think what most people forget is that if you don't have neighbours and you live out in the open you can do whatever you want, but when you have people in such close proximity to yourself sometimes you should really consider them.

Fuck that, its your property. Dig an open latrine in your front yard and invite Manny Ramirez to take a dump in it if you want to.

hell you can try to be a good neighbor does not mean other neighbors will be nice.seems like things have changed since my childhood People were friendlier then. my neighborhood is filled with gossips the neighborhood watch is not helpful but used to harrass someone they take a dislike to. hard to be a good neighbor to someone who is a creep to us. so I mind my own business and go on with my life.

Good Morning Mr. Crabtree Good Morning, Peewee I'm going to water my lawn now....

A person can only be as friendly with their neighbors as they can be, but anymore all you have to do is wave and smile at someone, and they look at you like they want to take your head off. I guess they must be having a bad day 24/7.

Some people want to alienate the neighbours so they won't bug them to death. I don't subscribe to this belief however.I would want my neighbours to care say for instance if they saw someone brake into my home,instead of going out to offer to help load the stuff up.

i get the pleasure of enjoying a neighbor from hell. not only do you have to listen to her screech at her poor husband and kids her other hobby seems to be watching what is happening at my house and the fact that she finds that interesting enuf to have done it for almost 3 years tells me this woman has no life of her own and she needs some mental health issues confronted. how little i even paid attention to them i didnt know what any of them looked like for 2 years. now i know who that strange woman that kept saying hi to me and calling me by name was . everytime shed pass by me walking to the store id be bewildered for days trying to figure out how she knows me. i know now cuz she called the cops on us saying our bikes were stolen cuz my husbands friend caught her watching us through her kitchen window and he gave her a dirty look never called her anything didnt even flip her off just gave her a dirty look and she became so irate even one o the officers asked me a question pertaining ... Read more

Ahh . . . nothin' like keepin' piles o' tires on your front and back lawn to drop the property values . . . .

I only know one of my neighbors; and I hope to keep it that way. Of course, I live on 10 acres, so my neighbor really isn't all that close to my house.

Sell your lawn mower, because you're going to let your yard return to nature. Be sure to have at least a couple of ferocious Dobermans who bark constantly and menace passerby. Run with a rough crowd, preferably drug dealers and prison escapees. Entertain these characters at all hours of the night. Before you know it, you will have purchased your ticket out of suburbia. UPDATE: What with my sleazy friends, snarling dogs, avoidance of yardwork, and of course my evil vigilante group, my scheme to get kicked out of suburbia is working very nicely. We have been profiled on a local news station as South Carolina's Leading Degenerates and a Kick out The Scarletfeather Family petition has recently been making the rounds. I can only weep silent tears of pride, as I behold my successful efforts. To hell with suburbia! Now I can be a full-fledged renegade!

One of my pet peeves. The people next door to me like to turn on their power tools in the middle of the night... maybe it's some bizarre sexual fetish, because I keep waiting for the sound to mingle with oh! oh! yes! oh! yes!