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!

Our neighbors surrounding us have a pack mentality. They gather every evening and gossip about the neighbors they don't like. We have nothing in common with any of them so we keep to ourselves. Every time someone gets a visit from Code Compliance the fingers point to us as the complainers. We have been bullied, isolated, yelled at, had bogus complaints filed on us, had contractors working on our house bothered by them.... We finally wrote a letter this week calling all six residences out and demanding a cease and desist. We are trying to file same with the police in a harassment complaint. We have had three years of this crap. We are first-time homebuyers and unfortunately can't afford to live in a better neighborhodd where the neighbors aren't such punk-ass trailer trash. Our home is hell.

  • We live in the middle of the two biggest asshole families that one would want to meet. On the left we have some old pot smoking stoned out of their gourd, junk cars in the yard, with some boats and three dogs that they leave along to bark for hours on end. They mow their lawn at the crack of dawn, they burn huge bonfires at night to mask the pot they are smoking. After all that they moved in a stoner son who has what appears to be dreadlocks from thinning receding hair. He brought to the party a pit bull who howls all the time and a fat biker chick he picked up from somewhere. They spray each other with hoses and laugh and scream. On the other side we have yuppie hippies. The bitch is just what i said a big ugly nosey bitch with a mans haircut, the guy who is bisexual it looks like with hoop earrings and follows her around like a puppy dog. they have these loud obnoxious parties with yuppies that come and visit them. they tore up their whole back yard to plant a garden that somehow got some roundup on it. I hate them both so bad, I wish the market would get better so i could get the fuck out of here!!!

    There is a row of homes behind me (next block over) that have been torn down and in their place, two story mini mansions arise from the dung. The occupants are 30 something with a kid or two, mercedes mini vans, nanny's, and stay at home Mom's. I can no longer go into my once blissful backyard that I so love to enjoy the serenity of my pond and pooches. Now I am at the mercy of my second story dwelling neighbors who think nothing of talking on their cells phones on their balcony while gazing into my yard, yelling at their obstreprous children and knowing every move I make, inclucing watching me as I gander through my yard at dawn in my PJ's and sip coffee.... Howdy neighbor??? NOT!@

    They should be planting the 20 foot tall bamboo on their side of the yard, not me!!!!

  • My neighbor who i thought was a friend is constantly reporting to my wife what I do with my kids as far as discipline. This is the same dude who threatens to punch his 14 year old son in the face daily and drags his 12 year old daughter down the hallway by her hair when she pisses him off. I have a handle on my kids and do not allow them to simply walk all over me and sometimes i have to raise my voice. But to report this to my wife who is not home and citing that i neglect and yell at my kids too much is over the top! My kids do not steal I-pods from their art teachers like his daughter did. His oldest son stands up to him with attitude almost daily, my oldest daughter doesnt. What friggin right does this dude have in saying anything about how i raise my damn kids? I dont beat them, i do feed and clothe them, and they get an education so whats this guys grounds other than trying to stir the perverbial pot?

    I know this will piss some people off but... I hate to see Black men in biracial relationships. I often wonder if they do it out of real love or self hate. Many black men are usually in jail, dead, or gay, so the decent ones are very limited and if they date out their race... well do the math, many many wonderful BUT single Black women. Why talk about the "white man" this and that excuses when you long to date their white daughters to climb the social ladder?? sounds hypocritical to me. just my two cents.

  • O.K., well this happened so long ago that I can't even remember what this guy did to piss my sister and I off, I guess it really doesn't take much to get us going.

    This prank took some scouting. It required an item that is not readily available and none too fun to deal with once you find it. First, a trip to Wal-Mart to purchase a collar and a leash. Then we started scouting, driving up and down streets, roads, and highways for hours until we found what we were looking for. I'm sure you guessed by now that what we were looking for was roadkill, specifically....dog.

    Well, when we finally found one, (making sure that it was not too mangled of course), it happened to be in the middle of a busy highway. So, here we go, park on the side of the road, get out the garbage bag, and get ready to brave the traffic. Just our luck, as we're standing there, contemplating who should do the scooping (yuck!), who should pull up behind us but the local sheriff. He happens to be a rather fat little man so in the time it takes him to get out of his car and walk to ours, we've figured out our story. He asks if we need any help, and with heart broken looks on our faces, we tell him that it is our dog Bimbo who has been run over and we would like to pick him up so we can take him home and bury him. Ya know, there are times when you just REALLY appreciate having the police around and this surprisingly turned out to be one of those times. We ended up having the dog scooped, bagged and lifted into the trunk of the car for us (I love being a girl).

    Next step, find someone willing to put the collar and leash on the poor dog. (We had a few guy friends at the time who were crazier than we were and would do just about anything, so that was no problem.) And finally, at around 3:00 in the morning, we pay a visit to our mark. The prank here, tie the end of the leash around the axle or onto the bumper, whichever is easiest and most likely to not come loose. Then balance the dead dog on the axle or wherever you can so that it won't fall off until your "friend" has driven at least a block or two or hit a good speed bump.

    The guy ends up looking like a real asshole driving down main street, dragging the carcass of man's best friend Fido, possibly even attracting the attention of a cop or serious animal lover, possibly getting charge with cruelty to animals. As for our guy, I can't say I know what happened to him, by that time we were home in bed.

    i keep giving my ex's phone number away to telemarketers. seriously, i sign up for "win a free dvd player" type shit with his name and number. it feels fan-tastic.

    my husband and i moved in upstairs from a "minister" this august. though he had late night prayer meetings sometimes, he was generally an okay guy. he had a stroke a few years ago, so can't do a lot of things for himself. he totally took advantage of my husband an my help, and started asking us to do everything for him. he would even "summon" us by buzzing our doorbell. i started avoiding going downstairs, since i knew he'd ask me to do his laundry. i know i was too nice.

    so then he got a girlfriend or something. we live in an old house with very big heating vents, and we hear absolutely EVERYTHING that goes on. i'm not talking about sex. i am talking about CONSTANT ARGUING AND SCREAMING. she is rude to me and my husband. he is supposedly a minister but speaks horribly to her. i have listened to thier arguments for entertainment on occasion.

    they break up and reunite at least once a week. my husband and i love when they're broken up because it is relatively quiet, unless they are arguing on the speakerphone. he has called the police on her twice and tells us "don't let her in" when she comes pounding on the doors and yelling. and we aren't supposed to be alarmed when she comes back? she sat outside the house for two hours a week ago. in her car. i think she was drinking. i hate them. they keep us up at night with their arguing. she also uses the washer and dryer constantly and takes your stuff out when it's not done yet. then she says, "sorry, i was here first." i think he only gets her there to take care of him. i don't even know if he can have sex, nor do i want to know.

    i want to scream "just leave already you stupid bitch!" into the vents. help me.

    and parents eat pizza,steak,etc
    And they sak for some but the parents say there isn't enough

  • they sit out side drinking and playing darts.Which would be fine..IF it weren't 10 below out there.