Naturally, this story takes place in Georgia. http://www.knology.net/~carlos/redneck.htm The brick mailbox & statue are awesome!
been there, done that. I had the worst neighbors who used lived across the street from me. They got kicked out before xmas for not paying their rent! I feel that guys pain, though!
Is this guy's mom Mrs. Kravitz from 'Bewitched'? I'll bet he knows how many pimples his neighbor has on his ass.
That is funny stuff, but I've seen much worse. The author made it out to be a lot worse. I had a neighbor from hell when I lived in some apartments years ago. In the short 4 months he lived there, he: -played his stereo so f***ing loud the first night he was there (a weekday), that pictures fell off my wall at 3 in the morning. I had to go downstairs and tell him to turn it down. His only response was to invite me in for a beer. I declined. -got a job selling vaccuum cleaners door to door. He hit up everyone in the complex, then sat by the entrance waiting for people to drive in so he could give them his award winning sales pitch. -he lived below me, so his patio had a wooden fence around it. One day, I caught him cutting up an artificial Christmas tree into small pieces and nailing them on the top edge of his fence. Curiousity overcame my good judgement, and I asked what he was doing. He said "I was raised in the country, so I want it to look like I have trees outside my fence." -about two months into his stay, things began to get weird. I went to work one morning, and as I came down the stairs and got into my car, I noticed a VERY LARGE knife sticking into his door. Apparently, he had pissed off someone and they had left a message for him attached to the knife. He left the knife in the door so that security could see it. (I was friends with the complex manager, and she was keeping me updated.) -shortly after the knife incident, I see him in the parking lot. He comes over to me and says "Hey, check out what I got. Those bastards won't f*** with me again." He pulls out an automatic rifle of some kind, complete with two large clips taped together. He informs he he can fire over 100 rounds in less than 20 seconds. Great. I know I feel safer. -he then disappears for a couple of days. I then see him getting out of a taxi. I try to run, but he corners me. He has been in jail. Seems he decided to show the rifle to an off duty cop who worked security at the complex. The cop disarmed him by smashing him in the head with his club. Dipsh!t has decided to press charges against the cop for police brutality. -the last straw came when he was in the pool with a niece of his who was visiting. His version of the story was that he was tossing the girl into the air so she would make a big splash. However, the manager saw him fondling the girl and called the cops on him. He disappeared that day. He took everything out of his apartment, including all light bulbs and fixtures, microwave, shower curtain and rod, ceiling fan. Oddly enough, he left his artificial forest. A post script to the story. About 8 or 10 months later, I saw his picture. It was on the back of a GreenSheet, listed with wanted criminals! He was a fugative wanted for indecency with a child, stemming from the pool incident.
Your story is of a demented lunatic Behad. WOW! This guy's story is the funniest thing I've read in a LONG time . . . I especially loved the size of the flagpole.
if any of you are familiar with the sugar land area...you might remember this...i used to live in the neighborhood of barrington place and a week after we sold our house, there was a BIG @$$ drug bust there...we never knew that the people we sold the house to were major crackheads...the feds were all over the place...kinda funny...
I remember that didn't they find like bricks of whatever the hell that was in the washers and dryers hidden and in the attic. I remember it being a real nice house neighbors said they were real quiet.
LOL that site could go big, BTW does this neighbor still live next to you? I know u mentioned that a sign to sell the house was in the yard, did he ever sell the house?
