C.O.D.?! You think I’d give a suspicious character like yourself my address? You’re one of THEM! I’m on to your tricks, you and your black helicopter flying pals! You’ll never find me! Never!
Definitely, you know how they love to save damsels in distress. Just don’t strain your eyelashes batting those baby blues (or browns, as the case may be) at him!
If you do have a real neighborhood “nice policeman”, then, sure ya, yabetcha.
Much of this information is actually available online. Try looking up your county’s website, and look for links to the clerk and recorder or the assessor or the treasurer, etc. A resourceful scout can ususally find what they need from there 
Please…like we don’t know where you live…you’re in our DIB (Database In Black). Traffic 'copters…nope!
if you have enough irate neighbors, why not try organizing them? If enough people complain about a public nuisance, it may draw legitimate attention from the police. And it may not be unreasonable to hint at possible criminal activity–a large number of vehicles at all hours may not be just friends dropping by.
Nah . . . There’s a saying: “Everyone complains about [horn honking/cell phones/Chinese food menus/loud music], but only Eve’s a pushy, obnoxious enough bitch to do anything about it.”
Dropping sublte hints of complete insanity might work in this case:
“I’ve been hearing your friends honking their horns at all hours of the night. Reminds me so much of those sweet youngsters that lived here before you…their friends would honk their horns at all hours too…kept me up late…made me really grumpy…tried to reason with them but they just wouldn’t listen. THEY JUST WOULDN’T LISTEN…and the honking just wouldn’t stop…Pity what happened to that young couple–they died so young, such a tragedy. You know, I’m not even sure they ever found all the body parts. They were scattered everywhere-investigators said it looked like someone had just gone into a homicidal rage. But that’s all in the past, dear, I’m sure we’ll get along juuuust fine. And I’m sure that new paint job in your living room covers up all those bloodstains too…hey,where are you going? Don’t you want to come in for a cup of coffee?”
Wow, Henrietta Hornblower stopped by my condo complex yesterday. Only she was mad at a couple staying in one of the condos. She expressed this by laying on her horn for several seconds at a time. After returning with my dog to my condo and being sick of it, I went to confront Henrietta, only to find the folks at the condo having an arguement with her.
She’s sitting in her car, yelling and honking the horn. The other lady is yelling back from her little backyard and occassionally throwing stuff at her car. The guy is yelling but moving between the back yard and the passanger side door. And Henrietta keeps shouting, “You gonna haf to cawl the po-lice”.
Well, well, well. I followed Henrietta’s instructions to the T. And lo, the local law enforcement showed up and the honking went away. It was the first time I’ve ever called 911. I was rather pleased with their response. One less horn blower.
Really? They shot her? OK, I gotta call 911.
Nah, gun shots are loud. The squishy sound of a baton impacting the flesh is much more muted. :eek: 
Eve–E-mail me if you want to find out the owner of that house.
My, that’s elegant. 
Gosh, I miss mom.
Regards,
Shodan
I believe Hornblower used to deal with this kind of nuisence by either[ul]
[li]Sneaking into harbor with a cutter full of Tars and cutting the anchor lines, or[/li][li]Setting an expendable prize vessel alight and sending it sailing into the anchorage.[/li][/ul]I only recall Lord Hornblower getting into one duel (very early in his career), and that one abortive. While he was generally a forthright chap he didn’t go much for the idiocy that passed for honor among the British Navy.
As for your situation, I think a persistent communication to the authorities is in order. Else, you might head down to the local olive oil importers and see what they can do for you, but from what I can tell they’ve been on the decline over the past couple of decades and no longer respond to these kinds of problems as they are portrayed in film.
Stranger
:shudders:
Water balloons.
Filled with brake fluid.
It removes paint rather well.