..what neighbours drive you crazy?

The Finns.

My folks neighbour Roger is a nice guy. Although he is a bit of a nutter. He goes out in the garden in the buff in the mornings to hang up his washing. I should my Mum to come and have a look but she always misses him so she doesnt believe me! They also argue loudly and Roger always says to Alison, ´I am not a Madman!´ which makes us all laugh. They also have a rabbit called Daniel which I think is a bit odd. My Dad sins that Elton John song to him when he´s in the garden.

I swear everyday I find it harder to understand anything here?

Your neighbours are marching cadets?

The guy upstairs who has relatively cool people, I suppose, over for parties every weekend Then plays Daniel O'Donnell when hes in the house alone!!

And the woman across the hall who comes out into the hall to smoke
Then sprays air freshener, in the hallway, when the bottom door and windows are always open!

My neighbors are nice. The only time I had annoying neighbors was when I lived on campus. My freshman year, we were in apartment style dorms. Boys lived next to us and they'd always come over because one of the girls I lived with knew one of them personally. They were always wrestling next door and bumping into the walls. They were nice though....just slightly annoying at times. Later on, I had a different dorm....one with a connecting bathroom. Two girls on one side of the bathroom, two girls on the other side. I hated those two girls back then, they were so disrespectful. Sad thing is that I don't think they were even aware. Rich, stuck up sorority girls who have probably never touched a mop or sponge. They never cleaned up, and I remember one time one of them left a wet beach towel in the sink and it was hard to use the sink with a big ass towel in the way. I feel like I shouldn't be someone's parent and tell them what to do, because I hate when people take that tone with me. So, I just left it there to see how long it would be before they moved it. I got so pissed that I started brushing my teeth over the towel because I didn't wanna touch it. Eww. They moved out mid semester and didn't say anything. They didn't even bother taking their stuff out. I estimated that it was close to $50 worth of shit they left. My roommate and I split everything up.

JDInteractive said:

Tiny Dancer?

CarrieMpls said:

No Daniel silly! He serenades the rabbit.

JDInteractive said:

I bet the rabbit would like Tiny Dancer better.

I was gonna say something but darent..

CarrieMpls said:

That or Sacrifice!















I will not be ignored Daniel.

REDBABY said:

Spill it, Red!

JDInteractive said:

Oh, I bet Daniel likes you.

Steve that nice, middle-aged, eligible bachelor across the road listens to really loud techno at night, and Rob, his neighbour, mows his lawn only 3 times a year and the rest of the time his yard is a potential snake-pit. One one side we have ratboy and his pit-bulls, and on the other we have the smoking family - they built a new deck out the back so they can sit out there and smoke all night, they shout a lot, but otherwise seem OK.

Like Pandurito says, what the hell are these cadets you're talking about Red??

I don't really know our current neighbours - they're student houses on each side so they come and go quite regularly. I don't think I'd recognise half of them if I passed them in the street, which sounds awful.

The last house I lived in, we had this oddball next door named 'Charlie' (and he *was* a proper Charlie) who would turn up announced, after one of my housemates befriended him (then regretted it. And we never forgave him for that ). He would just stand there, say random stuff and not listen to a word you were saying, then BURST out laughing at something you'd say. We'd all be looking at each other like this ----> He's gay and asked me around for dinner a few times but there was no way in HELL I was going round there.

The neighbour before that was *really* nice - a great guy - but, God, he could talk. It got to the point where I was too scared to put my washing out or I'd dread walking up the street when I got home from work. All I wanted to do was get in, sit down and chill out. But he'd run into you and you'd be standing there for hours. One day, I invited some friends round for dinner - that I had to go in and prepare, then put into cook - and the neighbour cornered me. My mates turned up and that was the only thing that got me out of it. They had to wait about three hours for their food.

And, of course, there was that guy in Uni who could 'hear' my electricity and was INSANE. Cuckoo.

I've had a lot of weird neighbours.


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