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[Mr. DS]

Heres the idea, in a fantasy world you end up living near some of your fellow board friends.  You have to pick;

1.) A neighbor to the left AND right of you (next door obviously).
2.) A neighbor across the street
3.) A person who lives up the road
4.) A person who lives several blocks from you in walking distance

Oh and list the reasons why  

1.) I'd pick Andrew to live next door.  He's into vegetable gardening, has kids that could keep mine occupied while we talk bad movies and video games over a beer.

2.) My other next door neighbor I'd go with Jack.  We are both old...er...wise men who seem to have similar interests.

3.) Across the street I'd go with Andy C.  He's a nice guy who I think would let me borrow things if I needed.  

4.) Up the road I'd go with Allhallows or Trevor.  They're both cool fellows I wouldn't mind hanging out with on the weekend.

5.) A few blocks away I'd go with Circus.  I figure if I want to party away from the wife and kids he'd be the perfect dude to party with.  

No offense if I didn't include you but you can only list so many for this game.

[Rev. Powell]

1. Right and left: Susan and Sister Grace, so I can hide in my bushes and peep in their windows at night. 
2. Across the street: Burgomster, so I don't have far to go to borrow a DVD from his awesome collection.
3. Up the road: Circus; close enough to visit for a beer but not so close that his headbanging music keeps me up at night.
4. Several blocks away: Trevor.  I'd love to have him around but I don't want him too close for fear of underpants odor.

[peter johnson]

Trevor on all 4 sides
peter
me 
we done

[The Burgomaster]

I think we should all live together in a groovy pad . . . like the Monkees did.

[Newt]

I think we should all live together in a groovy pad . . . like the Monkees did.

Sorry, Burgo: count me out of that arrangement!  I know who would end up doing all the laundry, and I have seen some of the underwear...no thanks!

[Ed, Ego and Superego]

I don't care,. but i plan to come outside in my boxers and yell:
"GET OFFA M'LAWN!!!"
periodically
-Ed

[The Burgomaster]

I think we should all live together in a groovy pad . . . like the Monkees did.

Sorry, Burgo: count me out of that arrangement!  I know who would end up doing all the laundry, and I have seen some of the underwear...no thanks!

Don't worry about that.  We'll make Peter Tork do the laundry.

[Javakoala]

I think we should all live together in a groovy pad . . . like the Monkees did.

Sorry, Burgo: count me out of that arrangement!  I know who would end up doing all the laundry, and I have seen some of the underwear...no thanks!

Don't worry about that.  We'll make Peter Tork do the laundry.

But he's the dummy.  We'd have reds washed with whites, delicates in the drier and a laundry room flooded with soap bubbles.  And Mickey Dolenz trying his best to sing. Nobody wants that.

[Newt]

I think we should all live together in a groovy pad . . . like the Monkees did.

Sorry, Burgo: count me out of that arrangement!  I know who would end up doing all the laundry, and I have seen some of the underwear...no thanks!

Don't worry about that.  We'll make Peter Tork do the laundry.

But he's the dummy.  We'd have reds washed with whites, delicates in the drier and a laundry room flooded with soap bubbles.  And Mickey Dolenz trying his best to sing. Nobody wants that.

It's settled then: Java will do the laundry. 

[Mr. DS]

We can have Andrew set up perimeter security.

[sideorderofninjas]

somehow a neighborbood where the Last House on the Left would be considered a real estate invesment seems like a good neighborhood...

[Trevor]

I think we should all live together in a groovy pad . . . like the Monkees did.

Sorry, Burgo: count me out of that arrangement!  I know who would end up doing all the laundry, and I have seen some of the underwear...no thanks!

[Trevor]

We can have Andrew set up perimeter security.

[Trevor]

I don't care,. but i plan to come outside in my boxers and yell:
"GET OFFA M'LAWN!!!"
periodically
-Ed

You don't by any chance drive a green, well cared for 1972 Ford Gran Torino, do you? 

[Trevor]

"I got trouble on the left, trouble on the right...."  

Seriously, I would live in any neighbourhood knowing that I wouldn't have to have a PC or even a telephone to talk to any of you.

Walk over to Ed's:

"Hi Ed can I.... erkkkk!" [shotgun blast]  

Pick myself up and stagger over to Dean's:

"G'day Dean, can I........OWWWW!" [cricket bat smack on head]  



Take headache tablets, go to Andrew and Katie's:

Kids: "Hi, Uncle Trevor!'
Andrew: "Oh damn.......bye, Uncle Trevor!" [Trevor picks a window and leaves]

Pick out shards of glass from bum, go to Darksider's:

Trevor: "Hi, DS, can I............ouchies!" [Light kick to the cojones