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— I Hate My Neighbor
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Okay- Day after Labour Day here in beautiful, downtown Dundas, CANADA.
You may remember from my earlier rant about the white trash neighbours who moved in over the weekend-the ones with s*$# piled on the front and back decks, the bonfire being fed with broken furniture that they (for some God unknown reason) brought with them, and the delicate ladylike discussion of some skank tuning a broad in the North end of Hamilton.
Right now, I am looking at a backyard full of broken pieces of wood ( perhaps a family heirloom), and listening to the mother (a real June Cleaver, I’m sure) as she screams profanity at her children about bring some s&$# in the house and not f*$#ing caring.
I’m thinking of talking to the rest of the neighbourhood (not something I do often, I should inform you), and possibly starting a pool to see how long before the police have to be called.
The weather forecast is calling for possible showers overnight. Would it really be so bad to pray for a thunderstorm, and for lightening to strike the house?
Just wondering.
#9239
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9/7/2010 at 7:41 PM
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— I Hate My Neighbor —Okay- Day after Labour Day here in beautiful, downtown Dundas, CANADA.