That is the nicknames we gave two of our neighbors. These two are really annoying. They are the epitome of the phrases Good fences make good neighbors and familiarity breeds contempt. We were friends with them,(big mistake) because everytime the crackhead man gave his woman a beating, she would call us up telling us how she's going to divorce him, it ain't no joke, I mean it, etc etc blah blah blah. At first we felt bad for her and tried to help, but after the 3rd, 4th & 5th times we were tired of the routine- either put up, shut up, or leave. Everytime we came home, before we got the key in the door, the phone was ringing. It was them. "Hey! What're you doin'?" They wanted us to hang out with them every spare second of our life. If we didn't answer the phone, they were knocking on our door. It didn't matter if you were having sex, on the toilet, or in the shower- they expected us to be at their beck and call to hang out in their dirty trailer. If we had company, they would drive up in their van (uninvited) with their suitcase of cheap beer, their guitars, and cigarettes. They would always get into fights and make a big scene. One time the woman, drunk as usual, went to use my bathroom. We heard "crash!" She fell into the toilet and said "It exploded!" Never in my life did a toilet "explode" on me- and if toilets really did that, we would be dropping them on Bin Laden's cave. I used to "babysit" the woman because she would get so drunk and bang her head. One time she fell on top of a glass fishtank, speared her leg real good. She said my cat attacked her and knocked her over. I think her own personal pink elephant did it. I took her to the hospital so many times. They were also the kinds of people that whatever YOU did, they did First or Better. They were self-proclaimed experts on every subject. Even though I live with my boyfriend, they kept trying to hook me up with all their jail friends. "So and so is in jail because he was accused of murder, but he didn't do it" Uh huh. That's what they all say. The people I met through them that came out of jail were nasty horn dog crack heads and I have no use for people like that. They didn't even try to start a new and better life. Also, they always played "music" on their guitars, the same few chords over and over again, every song was played the same way- they would play the Star Spangled Banner the same as Leaving On A Jet Plane- it did not matter. They wanted everyone's total attention and would get really mad if anyone talked. It was the same shit all the time. They finally got evicted, whew.