Neighbors are a tough hang. I’ve just recently been domesticated and live in my first “ neighborhood “ in about 20 years. I’ve been squatting in apartments for years. And I’ll tell you, apartment people don’t fake niceties like they do in the suburbs. You’ll be out mowing the lawn and your neighbor will come over and pretend like they give a shit. Apartment life is much different. I can sum up the whole experience in one phrase “ MOVE your car, you fucking asshole. You know when you’re really mad you hold onto the FFF in Fucking Asshole. Try it right now, hold onto the ff a little. and then finish with asshole, which if you haven’t already guessed is my favorite word. You FFFFFucking asshole.
And what’s with these asshole and their fucking dogs. Jesus christ enough already with the fucking dogs. I’m not saying I hate dogs or I think they should be eaten in thailand or bully raped by Michael Vick and his band of morons. Just lighten up, to me hanging out with a dog is like hanging out with a mentally retarded person all day. It’s fun for a while and then just a pain in the ass. And these pricks will train their dogs to do little tricks and then tell you how smart they are. “Look at Bouser fetch, he’s so smart...” Give me a fucking break, That’s the same mangy bastard I saw nibbling on it’s own shit in the back yard twenty minutes ago. And you let that fucker sleep in your bed. You should Check yourself for the Aids for christ sake.
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