Feckin' Neighbours

The BBQ Pit
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I fucking hate my neighbours!!

Firstly I dont live in the greatest area in this city, but most people here are fine hard working individuals, and as usual its up to a certain select couple of families who give the place a bad name.

Anyway thats the background.

Fast forward to tonight, so all night its been obvious there having a party, which basically means theres about 20 maybe more kids in there aged about 16-20, some of the guys maybe older Im not so sure. Anyway they’re in there partying and what not doing there usual and it gets late but it dies down… but then the clock strikes 1.30 and all of a sudden someones on the street screaming bloody murder, so Im wondering what the fuck is going on, I look out the window and whattya thinks happening?

Yeah you guessed it!

Two complete retards are out there having a fist fight and screaming at each other, while Im watching this Im noticing that at this stage you can see half the neighbourhood is watching. Yep they woke everybody up.

Then it gets better, the girlfriends of the two idiots come out screaming and crying trying to get them to stop, doesnt work, so the other guys intervene and soon enough theres a dozen people out there on the street all screaming at each other. They eventually stop, yay back to whats considered normality, a bit of peace and quiet.

Oh how wrong was I.

Fast Forward to 2.20, there parties back in full swing, I can actually sing along to there fucking music. At 2.30am,

These people are a complete waste of human DNA.

I probably wouldnt mind so much, but my sister is a student nurse and finished a 12 hour shift today and has to get up at 6 for her next 12 hour shift. My mother also has to get up at 8 for her job.

But hey who cares about all this once the pieces of shit next door get to have there party?! You know what the best thing about all this is though? As far as I know theres a kid in there, whos probably about six months old, some life shes going to have isnt it??

I know what youll say call the cops, thing is I could do that, but whats the point? Theyll stop for a while then start up again full swing, so basically my calling them is a waste of time. And there the type of family that would like to get some sort of retaliation [sp?] They have enough problems with my family as it is.

OH for fuck sake there screaming again!

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Yes, but can they spell and correctly use punctuation?

</complete bastard mode>

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Spelling mistakes, what fucking spelling mistakes?
With the exception of fistfight as being one word, and the fact that I may have typed there instead of theyre and vice versa, there are no spelling mistakes. Least not according to MS word, and thats good enough for me.

Oh I did use Whattya, was it that one word in the whole OP that pissed you off?

Or maybe its the severe lack of ’ in all the words where they should be.

If it is that, then ask me do I give a shit! I am not a brilliant typist, and Im not about to go back over all my posts to insert the ’ just to make the grammar nazis happy.

Ill agree on rereading the post that its not the most readable thing on the boards, and Im sorry for that, I was severely pissed off when I wrote it.

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The OP read just fine to me, Delly. Are they still partying? Hope you get some sleep tonight.

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:wally :rolleyes:

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I had some next door neighbors from hell too, we probably all have at one time or another. I usually just move, but that may not be an option for you.

Here’s a pleasant story though …

The boy in MY next door family could have been chosen for the cover of Juvenile Delinquents magazine. Anyway, he’s about 14 years old and has a dirt bike that he doesn’t ride out in the wilderness like you are supposed to, he rides it around the neighborhood at high speeds, doing wheelies and cutting across people’s lawns while their small children are out playing. The police were called at least once a week. The police told him he cannot ride that motorcycle on the city streets for many obvious reasons, not the least being that he’s only 14. So the police leave, next day at 5PM guess what? RAAAAAA!!! RAAAAA!!! the little Evel Knievel is at is again. One day I come home expecting Evel to crank up his death machine, but no, nothing, the world was silent. I was out getting ready to mow the lawn and I hear my neighbor asking Evel “What happened to your motorcycle?”. Little Evel replies “It’s gone, somebody stole it”. The neighbor turns around, walking by me and gives me a wink and a smile.

Chapter 2: One sunny weekend afternoon I hear this banging, crashing, glass breaking, war whooping going on next door. I go out and see Evel and is band of gypsy friends jumping up and down on this old car in their driveway. Smashing the widows out with hammers, jumping up and down on the hood and generally doing all they could to turn this old car into a pile of rubble. So, I go back in my house, just another happy day at Evel’s house I presume. Eventually the noise stops and I figure all the kids are dead from injuries, or they just plum got tired of destroying the car and went on to some other mischief. I look out and notice they had pushed the car out of their driveway and parked it directly in front of MY house.

Chapter 3: One of the other neighbors set off a rather large fireworks bomb right next to Evel’s bedroom window late one night. I don’t think Evel got the message, but at least my neighbor got the satisfaction of shocking little Evel out of bed in the middle of the night for a change.

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What do you expect living in Cork :stuck_out_tongue:

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Well, on my nice quiet suburban residential street, there’s the young bitch across the way who deals drugs out of the house, with her two small children watching. Who right now, at 1:30 a.m., is outside screaming at one of her “customers,” with someone else zooming up and down the street at about 50 mph.

And don’t suggest calling the cops. There are two cops LIVING on this block. All we can figure is that (a) she’s paid off the right people, or (b) they’re using her for bait. (I wish they’d use her for a different kind of bait, at the end of a long line deep underwater…but I digress.) Oh, and CPS won’t do anything, either.

A “for sale” sign went up in front of their house a few months ago; the whole neighborhood started celebrating – but alas, too soon. It came down a couple weeks later and they’re still here.

Then a tropical storm knocked a tree over onto their house two weeks ago, messing up the roof (which her husband, who I will grant is a very quiet, pleasant young man…with VERY poor taste in wives, however, fixed within 48 hours) cracking the foundation. Now we’re afraid they’ll NEVER be able to sell the house even if they try again!

Does Ireland have such a thing as noise ordinances? I’ve used those to shut noisy neighbor parties up when I lived places where we had one – or in one notable case, in a place where we didn’t but the stupid kids holding the wild party didn’t know we did and so freaked when the cops showed up on their door. :smiley:

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Yes, we have noise ordinances, and the Gardai will come out to them, but its always a case of “Yes officer, sorry officer, three bags full officer”, and then turning the music up again when they are gone. Most people would turn it down after the first complaint, but you do get lots of assholes.

Delly, what was the fight over? Anything interesting? Did you hear the story of the kid who got stabbed to death by his best mate over a battered sausage?

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Yes, but do they throw half-bricks at the Peelers during the ‘Right’ holidays? Makes all the difference, dontcha know. Between a ‘no-account waste of life’ and a ‘poor mis-understood young lad who was just out for a pint of milk…minding his own business’ I mean. :rolleyes:

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Erm, Ruadh… I dont know did you mean me or someone else but, Im not in Cork:p

TwistofFate, I dont know what the fight was about, I could take a guess and probably be right if its anything like the last fight they had. There was no evidence of it today when I left the house, well aside from a few torn t-shirts in the middle of the street :rolleyes:

I never heard about that fight you mentioned! Was it recent?!

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Aren’t you? Could have sworn you said you were.

Never mind :o

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[Bill Engvall]Hey, Officer Mitchell—I thought you said you didn’t wanna come back here tonight![/Bill Engvall]

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I think you must live in my street.

Actually, there aren’t that many fist-fights - they have to keep out of the road to avoid being run over by the joyriders.

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This is the bit that throws me into complete WTF mode

What does this mean, quietman1920?
Do please share it with us.

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Do we need another geopolitical lesson?