Neighbours
I used to live next door to a pair of elderly naturists, only finding out about their hobby when they bade me a cheerful, saggy 'Hello' while I was 25 feet up a ladder repairing the chimney. Luckily, a bush broke my fall, but the memory of a fat, naked man in an ill-fitting wig will live with me forever.
( , Thu 1 Oct 2009, 12:41)
I used to live next door to a pair of elderly naturists, only finding out about their hobby when they bade me a cheerful, saggy 'Hello' while I was 25 feet up a ladder repairing the chimney. Luckily, a bush broke my fall, but the memory of a fat, naked man in an ill-fitting wig will live with me forever.
( , Thu 1 Oct 2009, 12:41)
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The Carters and the Johnsons
I'm changing their names, blah blah. First of all- phony hypocritical religious people, think they're better than everybody.
Huge copycats- neighbour gets a trampoline, so do they. Neighbour builds a playground for the kids, so do they, only better. My parents get a mixed breed dog, two days later they present a purebred, and ask that we keep our "mongrel" away from him. Not to mention their snobby daughter K once invited me to swim in the pool and turned me down at their front door, but let my friend in. K also has huge birthday parties that go all night and involve lots of beer cans dumped over our fence in the morning. My mom just throws them back over. Needless to say, not our favourite people.
The Johnsons are actually nice people, but we've had problems with their teenager. Her name also begins with a K, so I'll have to give her a fake name. Let's call her Kelly. Story one- Kelly throws huge party while parents are away. Bad timing- my brother, sister in law and infant daughter are currently sleeping in the pop up trailer in our driveway for a night. Neighbour (not us) calls the police, who drive by and break it up. After they leave, the kids still there assume it was us who called the police (for some reason) and spend several minutes hurling rocks at the trailer. One rock was a big chunk of cement they dug out of the end of our driveway. Police were called again, this time by us. If the cement had gone through the fabric instead of bouncing off, my niece could have been seriously hurt, not to mention her parents. Kelly was on cleaning duty in the morning, apparently in big trouble.
Story 2, a friend of Kelly's was backing out of the driveway and hit my brother's car, parked by the side of the road (perfectly legally).
Kelly came right up to the front door, and when my mom answered, started yelling at her for parking on the road. My mother thought she was the one that hit the car at first. My mom told her she didn't appreciate being talked to like that and the car was parked legally. My mom also called Mrs. Johnson who was horrified that Kelly had done that and implied that Kelly would be in big trouble. There hasn't been anything happen for months though, maybe Kelly has shapened up?
( , Tue 6 Oct 2009, 1:02, 2 replies)
I'm changing their names, blah blah. First of all- phony hypocritical religious people, think they're better than everybody.
Huge copycats- neighbour gets a trampoline, so do they. Neighbour builds a playground for the kids, so do they, only better. My parents get a mixed breed dog, two days later they present a purebred, and ask that we keep our "mongrel" away from him. Not to mention their snobby daughter K once invited me to swim in the pool and turned me down at their front door, but let my friend in. K also has huge birthday parties that go all night and involve lots of beer cans dumped over our fence in the morning. My mom just throws them back over. Needless to say, not our favourite people.
The Johnsons are actually nice people, but we've had problems with their teenager. Her name also begins with a K, so I'll have to give her a fake name. Let's call her Kelly. Story one- Kelly throws huge party while parents are away. Bad timing- my brother, sister in law and infant daughter are currently sleeping in the pop up trailer in our driveway for a night. Neighbour (not us) calls the police, who drive by and break it up. After they leave, the kids still there assume it was us who called the police (for some reason) and spend several minutes hurling rocks at the trailer. One rock was a big chunk of cement they dug out of the end of our driveway. Police were called again, this time by us. If the cement had gone through the fabric instead of bouncing off, my niece could have been seriously hurt, not to mention her parents. Kelly was on cleaning duty in the morning, apparently in big trouble.
Story 2, a friend of Kelly's was backing out of the driveway and hit my brother's car, parked by the side of the road (perfectly legally).
Kelly came right up to the front door, and when my mom answered, started yelling at her for parking on the road. My mother thought she was the one that hit the car at first. My mom told her she didn't appreciate being talked to like that and the car was parked legally. My mom also called Mrs. Johnson who was horrified that Kelly had done that and implied that Kelly would be in big trouble. There hasn't been anything happen for months though, maybe Kelly has shapened up?
( , Tue 6 Oct 2009, 1:02, 2 replies)
Thank you!
Now I'm going to google something, but rest assured it is not the definition of "neologism".
( , Tue 6 Oct 2009, 23:16, closed)
Now I'm going to google something, but rest assured it is not the definition of "neologism".
( , Tue 6 Oct 2009, 23:16, closed)
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