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I Hate My Neighbor
Neighbors - we all have them, whether they live a mile away or just on the other side of a paper-thin wall. So, they're your neighbors, and you have to try to be civil. Or do you?

Do you hate your neighbors? Tell the world about it. Ever "accidentally" cut down a neighbor's bush, or "accidentally" blow fallen leaves into their yard? Ever get a neighbor's mail by accident, and opened it? Ever spied on a neighbor? We want to know!
  • — I Hate My Neighbor —
    Posted by Anonymous

    This fat bag of shit lives in the apartment beneath mine. Last night, he was fucking someone - a prostitute, most likely - and she was a screamer. With the paper-thin walls of my apartment complex, I heard everything. Is anything worse than hearing your neighbors having sex? I don't think so. I hope he got an STD from his little adventure.

    #5652 — Comments (0) — Jun 8, 2001 at 5:16 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — I Hate My Neighbor —
    Posted by Anonymous

    HELLO!!! When it is Halloween, and you are not home or don't care to answer the door, turn the FUCKING LIGHTS OFF! Ever seen the look in a kid's eye when he knocks and knocks and no one comes (I really hope all that knocking annoys the shit out of you, too). Next time we bring rotten eggs.

    #5590 — Comments (2) — May 1, 2001 at 5:01 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — I Hate My Neighbor —
    Posted by Anonymous

    Our city provides us with recycle bins so we can recycle our cans. They also passed an ordinance that anyone caught removing cans from the bins in front of people's houses on trash days are subject to arrest for stealing. Basically, people who recycle cans for their own benefit would just swing around the neighborhoods and take 'em out of the bins.

    My neighbor, bless her heart, is this old lady, retired, has nothing to do. I drag my trash out the day before trash day, and right at dusk, she's there with her big Nordstrom shopping bag taking the cans. I don't have the heart to tell her that's city property and they could arrest her. But my tax dollars help pay for the recycling contract, so really, she's stealing from me.

    Plus, I know she's really bored. I feel like it would be bad karma to sic the police on an old lady.

    #5577 — Comments (0) — Apr 1, 2001 at 6:14 PM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — I Hate My Neighbor —
    Posted by Anonymous

    I used to live in this condo right below this guy who was the noisiest SOB that ever lived. He had a really great sound system, but he played really awful music like shit by Celine Dion. Barf. I finally broke down and went upstairs at 2:30 in the morning to knock on his door and tell him politely to please turn the music down.

    Well he showed me. The next weekend, I am in my bathroom, and I hear him and his girlfriend .... well I hear his girlfriend doing the aaah aaah aaah thing really loud. They are in the bathroom, which is right above mine. So I just sit there until they finish. And frankly, I kind of enjoyed it.

    That Monday, I get on the elevator to go to work, and it's HIM. He's going to work too. So I smirk at him and say, "Hey, did ya have a great weekend OR WHAT?" And he says, "Next time, I'll keep my stereo on loud." What an asshole. So everytime I saw him around the complex after that, he smiles and lifts his eyebrows at me. Dick. I guess that part belonged in Embarrassing Moments.

    #5101 — Comments (1) — Mar 1, 2001 at 12:35 AM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
  • — I Hate My Neighbor —
    Posted by Anonymous

    For some reason, my neighbors do not screw in their bedroom. They go to their back bedroom which faces my backyard. I have insomnia. I always sit in my back yard at midnight or so, where I hope the cool air will make me sleepy (it never works).

    One night, I was in the backyard, and they were screwing up a storm in the back bedroom. The windows were wide open and for some reason, it echoes. I don't leave. I kind of like listening to him go on and on like that. I just kind of sit in the dark and laugh.

    They do this about once a week, like clockwork. I am beginning to think they are putting on a show for me.

    Sometimes, though, when I REALLY don't want to listen to someone else having really wonderful sex, but must sit in my own backyard, it really fucking irks me.

    #5286 — Comments (5) — Mar 1, 2001 at 12:23 AM — That's Juicy! (0) Remove This.
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