when i still lived at home
there was a family next door - well, just a couple, really, but their grown-up children often dropped by.

These bastards would have extremely loud parties in their back garden through most of the summer, going on well into the small hours. For some reason, these parties almost always ended with a huge rammy as their grown-up son (as far as I remember, a pretty huge pot-head) fell out with one or other of his long-suffering parents.

The best one of these I remember is the occasion when son made his mother cry, dad started smacking him up and down the garden, and son then screamed at full volume "you're nothing but a whoremonger, and she's your bloody whore!"

... which I thought was a particularly nice way to talk to one's parents. I'm pretty sure the father wasn't a whoremonger, though I don't have any definitive proof one way or another.

Also, please see this story for other neighbour-related japes.
( b3th Not shit. Not mod., Fri 2 Oct 2009, 13:00, 4 replies)

At least the son sounds quite articulate.

( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Fri 2 Oct 2009, 13:04, closed)

he was from Fife
so, really not.
( b3th Not shit. Not mod., Fri 2 Oct 2009, 13:09, closed)

So in fact, he actually shouted
"Ye're nothin' but a hoor-monger, sur, an' she's yer bliddy hoor!"
( K2k6 has a proper job these days, Fri 2 Oct 2009, 14:12, closed)

i'm reading that
in my uncle's voice - lovely Fife dockyard accent
(bamboozled Can hear you getting fatter, Fri 2 Oct 2009, 16:04, closed)