my ex neighbour was a bit of a menace
apart form the endless broken cars sprawled across the driveway, his gaggle of scumbag chav offspring dealing/fighting/thieving their way through the cul-de-sac, and the noise, was his trophy wife and her dogs.
i'd often hear her screaming blue bloody murder at him for letting wuffles, or whatever the fuck her bug-eyed barking rat was called, out into the garden alone.
so one day as i was leaving for work, it was a not-entirely-unexpected, but nevertheless traumatic experience to see this short, fat, dirty, middle aged man running about the close in his slippers, dressing gown flapping majestically behind him like a wizards cloak, shriveled cock flapping and balls swinging round like a couple of pickled onions in an old stocking, chasing a yapping chihuahua round in circles swearing like a sailor.
(UppityDamnPrimate LET'S OPEN THIS F*CKING PIT UP, Thu 28 May 2009, 15:22, Reply)