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— I Hate My Neighbor —Once again, greetings from beautiful downtown Dundas, Canada.
Okay- Came home from work early (the perks of flex time). Not one, not two, but three of the trashy neighbours sitting on their front porch (at least I assume there is a porch still there- who could see under all the s*$# that has been parked there since before Labour Day). And one teen skank is still wearing a housecoat at 3 15 in the afternoon!
Now I know, she could possibly be a nightshift worker who just woke up, but I'm too old for fairytales! That would actually mean that I would have to believe that any of them have jobs or attend school..... and my mother didn't raise me to be stupid. Unfortunately, it appears that their mother has raised them stupid. Or at least ignorant and foulmouthed. I'm assuming that they are all the spawn of this woman. I could be wrong, again, but....
Since Mother Nature was not kind last evening, and the lightening bolt didn't make them and my problems disappear, I guess I'll have to continue to fantasize about other methods to expedite their departure. A sinkhole might be more amusing, but the logistics are a little difficult.... for now. #9243 — Comments (1) — 9/8/2010 at 6:19 PM — That's Juicy! (2) — That's Lame. (3)
and go out far enough in to the water where no one can accidentally stumble on it. Dump the bags in, (Note for above, use biodegradable ones, but tie the b.parts to the rocks so they don't float). Take the bag with clothes and take it to a remote location, but not necessarily out of the way. Caro-sine and gasoline should do the trick, Just make a fire and light up. Make sure you have a permit where ever you are starting the fire, god knows at this point you'd be going to jail for lighting an illegal fire. Anyways, once done, get back to your house and trace over everything, insuring it's spotless. no hair, no trace, no jail.
Hope this helps remove your neighbor problem.