Neighbors

In his defense we've had a few beers together and he's going to take some trees down in my yard for super cheap. So it's not like he was a stranger, but still. What the fuck was that.. just knock on my door or call me.

 

They probably stand in the backyard and think "why the fuck is she always staring at us for? What a fruit loop".
I'd be thinking that. Or like, mind your own business you nosey ****. Something along these lines.

 

What, me?

It's not like I'm watching them all of the time, it's just that I see a stove full of plastic and trash, and then I smell fire, and then it is gone. ?

 

Yeah, that's German communication skills for you haha.

 

I forgot about the neighbor that lives behind us. He has a huge garden and in the summer time it never fails...if I look out my bathroom window in the morning I see his ass. He doesn't wear pants that fit him and he's always bent over and his ENTIRE ass is hanging out. I couldn't tell you what his face looks like but I could pick that ass out of a police line up if I had to. It's not even a nice one to look at.

 

:rofl: I plumber ass people all the time at work, rarely wear boxers and so my ass crack shows when I bend over. Screw it.

 

yea my neighbors like "Fick mich wie ein Pornostar r0llin"

 

Lern 2 lern sczarcazms.
I'm just messin' wit yas.

 

Just a shot in the dark here but I'm guessing your ass would be more enjoyable to look at than this guy.

 

Haha

 

The dude I posted about earlier just walked into my house one afternoon while I was watching football in the living room. I didn't hear him come in. Just turned around and he was standing there. Make no mistake....that didn't happen again. I was furious!

Another time I was downstairs in the basement where it's kind of the "mancave". I have massive fish tanks with huge fish down there, all kinds of stuff that I like and I only let a handful of good friends hang out with me down there. Anyway...I hear someone walking down the steps and it's that dumbass. I was pissed and actually more pissed at my wife. After I got rid of him I told her to not ever let that motherfucker go down there again...ever. I don't know....it's like a violation of my personal space or something.

 

The house I grew up in looked exactly like the house next door. All of the neighbors were really close and we all went on vacations together. One day we're sitting there watching tv and this woman walks in our house. Through the living room, dining room into the kitchen. Puts food in the refrigerator and comes back into the living room and sits down. We all look at her and it took her a second to realize she walked in the wrong house. haha. It was the neighbors sister. We knew who she was so it was more funny than anything else. She looked at us and said "OH SHIT. Wrong house" got up, got her food and went next door.

I grew up 6 blocks from the fairgrounds. Bitch was lucky we didn't shoot her. That's a tough neighborhood. hahaha. j/k, we wouldn't have shot her. I still live within 2 miles of the fairgrounds.

 

If a man ever spoke to me that way, he'd find himself with a mother fucking black eye.

Your wife is a much more gracious woman than I.

 

My wife and I are best friends and it wasn't anything mean. We are just honest with each other and rarely actually fight about anything. We expect each other to say exactly what they think and she would probably be disappointed in me if I was pissed about something and didn't tell her. My wife once told a friend "It's nice because we're both tough enough to hear what the other really has to say and we never have to wonder what the other really thinks." I could see how it might sound mean in type but it wasn't. You should hear the things she's said to me.

 

EAST SIDE!!! :afro:

 

Not enough I's. East SIIIIIIIIDE. haha. Until I die. Once and eastsider, always an eastsider. I lived in WDSM for a year. I hated it. They are not my people. Please tell me you've been to East Side night at the fair. Or are you one of those people that are too scared to go that night in fear of being stabbed? hahaha.

 

I live in a New York City high rise and the neighbors on my floor are pretty cool, but the neighbor above me is a train wreck. She does aerobics every night between 6pm and 8pm. Because all the units have hardwood floors, its even noisier than you might expect. I've had to ask her to tone it down in the past.

A few months ago I came home from work and my fiancé mentioned there was a ton of noise upstairs again. I also noticed it was loud but figured she was doing aerobics again. About a half hour later, I get a knock on my door from the police (my upstairs neighbor standing with them) letting me know the place above me had been robbed and asking me if I noticed any suspicious noises. They said her entire place had been overturned, furniture toppled etc. I did tell them that I heard loud noises, then looked at her, and honestly stated that the slamming furniture sounded ordinary since she stampedes every night. I wish I could have taken a picture of the look on her face when I said that, because she must have felt totally awful for the grief she has caused us the last 2 years.

 

Of course I have. My parents lived on the east side. I am very familiar. And I absolutely hate fucking WDSM too.

 

Also, I should mention that she doesn't do her aerobics at home anymore.

 

At least you have that, right?