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This f**kin guy who live 2 house down from me-he's always running a chainsaw. Right as I type-its pouring rain like p**s out of a boot-and this dick snacker is running a chainsaw. I live in town-not a forest-and this guy does it EVERY f**kIN DAY.
Why?
I am familiar with this shmuck-he usta work at the little grocery store in town for 20 years-AS A BAGBOY.
His daddy gave him the house he lives in-who lives right across the street.
I think he runs it just so folks think he's a man-"I have a chainsaw!"
Wont make yer pecker grow,pindick.

So-Do you know any "that f**kin guys"?

Ha!  I love this!  I'm sorry that guy gets on your nerves though.

I don't have any of those f'n guys in the neighborhood anymore since we moved to the suburbs  :bluesad:.  I might actually be that f'n guy now.  That f'n guy that doesn't pull up all the weeds and blares hair metal all weekend.

Back in the city there was a lady 3 houses down that was drunk by 8am every day and I could hear her fighting/squawking with someone outside a few days a week.  I had to be careful not to let her get her sights on me when I went out because she would aggressively compliment me and get angry if I didn't respond appropriately.  I few times I had to dodge a kiss.  She forced me to play hopscotch with her once and I am still shocked that she didn't fall over because she got really close several times.

I couldn't stand her while I was living there, but now I kind of miss her shenanigans.

I get crap because I don't mow my lawn enough.
Sometimes, it's my mom, who compares it to my next door neighbors lawn, and sometimes it's my next door neighbor herself, who's husband fixes lawnmowers for a living, and as such, has AT LEAST three to five guys mow his lawn for him every week! :hatred:

 
Beautiful; like you. 

http://youtu.be/oOTpQpoHHaw (http://youtu.be/oOTpQpoHHaw) 

In college we lived above a guy named Ray who would smoke so much it came through the floors, left his TV on LOUD 24-7 (so he could hear it in the bedroom, he said, when it was in his living room) and always had on the most mindless shows; he would steal our care packages from home when they got dropped off by our door by UPS, would take our magazines and look at our mail because the lazy postal worker collectively deposited everyone's in the building's foyer; he stood beside us on the apartment building's stairs at Halloween and ate our candy we were trying to give out to kids, and on top of that he'd cheerfully try to grope us "accidentally" in the hallway every chance he got. We called it getting "Raylested."

The strange part was Ray had passed the state bar, just preferred working as a telemarketer to practicing law.

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I think you live next to Leatherface  :buggedout:

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What a sh!theel, ER. 

I remember an apartment I sometimes slept in 35 or more years ago... you could hear the couple up above having a private moment... the bed squeaking :bouncegiggle:, her moaning, his powerful thrusts shook the unit... my mother would knock on the ceiling with her broom; prepared to do it, it happened so often... then, silence... and slowly... quietly... the squeaking would start again... erhnrh... erhnrh... erhnrh... erhnrh...  :lookingup: :teddyr:  :bouncegiggle:

I live in a relatively quiet neighborhood, except for a few years in a row during summer my neighbor cuts stones, to fit them in his drive way I suppose. He sometimes begins Saturday morning 7 am which is a rather annoying way to be awaken.

Another neighbor who lives two houses down the road will blast crappy rock and metal music occasionally. He's in his late 40s, doesn't have a steady job and lives with his parents  :lookingup:

I live out on the farm.  My uncle lives in a separate house in the same farm but he and I stay out of each others way.  Our nearest neighbors otherwise are about 1/2 mile away.  We get along OK with them.  My grandparents used to live just past them when they were alive on their own farm.  Another uncle has that farm now but we don't see him all that often now.   

Last year, my landlords rented the main house on the property - I live in the garden flat - to a guy who looked to me to be a little shady but he could afford the rent so, what the heck. I came home from work the one day to discover that he'd turned this huge house (six bedrooms, two lounges, pool, etc) into a 24/7 laundry with machines running day and night and with cars riding in and out bringing more laundry. :buggedout:

According to SA law, you cannot have a business in a residential area unless that area is zoned for that purpose: so my landlord threw him out after a week after I threatened the hirer with the police and the city council.

    Where we live now is cool, but we used to live upstairs of this good ol-boy RichardCranium who'd play loud music at night (or his guests would); when we'd talk to the apartment manager, nothing would happen, but she'd refer HIS complaints to us, about how we'd stomp and yell loud enough to keep him awake at night, even though we'd be  being quiet or (as happened a couple times), not even at home.

     Our car was damaged, as was our mailbox-couldn't prove it was him, but we're sure it was. A young couple who lived  next door to him for a while moved out....funny thing, they were a mixed couple like Trace and me.  He once cussed out my sister-in-law bad enough to make her cry, then claimed she cussed HIM out-the girls begged me to let it alone, as the old creep kept several guns, had that "itchin' to shoot somethin'" attitude, and seemed to be in tight with the Manager, who, BTW, was the same one that was ripping us off on the rent, and got us evicted.

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That took me a while to get.  :wink: