Scary Neighbours
My immediate neighbours are lovely. But the next house down from that? Crimminy biscuits - he's a 70 year old taxi driver who loves to tell me at length about the people he's put in hospital and how Soho is "run by Maltese ponces." How scary are your neighbours?
( , Thu 25 Aug 2005, 13:20)
My immediate neighbours are lovely. But the next house down from that? Crimminy biscuits - he's a 70 year old taxi driver who loves to tell me at length about the people he's put in hospital and how Soho is "run by Maltese ponces." How scary are your neighbours?
( , Thu 25 Aug 2005, 13:20)
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the posh ones are worse
My posh neighbours & their dyke-ish unmarriable daughter are terrible, the hag (daughter) tried to assault my dad when he was holding a chainsaw in his hands, & then called the pigs & claimed he was gonna chop her up.
Then there was the time she apparently saw some friends glue a lock on a nearby footpath - got our friend a night in the can, mugshots, dna test & prints, STRIP SEARCH!, and of course, unneccessary scary interregation over a fucking lock.. that the bitch wanted glued up herself! (which she did last week).
Anyway, she got a different kind of visit from some off-duty old-bill yesterday. All good in the country hood.
Oh, and the one nice neightbour comes to drink cheapo cider (sometimes lambrini) with my mum in secret from her husband. Posh indeed.
( , Thu 25 Aug 2005, 15:00, Reply)
My posh neighbours & their dyke-ish unmarriable daughter are terrible, the hag (daughter) tried to assault my dad when he was holding a chainsaw in his hands, & then called the pigs & claimed he was gonna chop her up.
Then there was the time she apparently saw some friends glue a lock on a nearby footpath - got our friend a night in the can, mugshots, dna test & prints, STRIP SEARCH!, and of course, unneccessary scary interregation over a fucking lock.. that the bitch wanted glued up herself! (which she did last week).
Anyway, she got a different kind of visit from some off-duty old-bill yesterday. All good in the country hood.
Oh, and the one nice neightbour comes to drink cheapo cider (sometimes lambrini) with my mum in secret from her husband. Posh indeed.
( , Thu 25 Aug 2005, 15:00, Reply)
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