Gather outside his place and look in his window?
Meanwhile, on a much more important subject:
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But for y’all who want to attract fatass peeking toms, I have the ultimate solution that will end the pie vs. cake debate forever:
CHERPUMPLE!
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Thank you. Now I know what should be served for dessert after a turducken.
Stone cold sober, as a matter of fact. 
Great, now I’m picturing his neighbor as a fat woman with stubby fingers, a gap in her front teeth, and enormous flashy glasses. 
I did. She ate it.
I used to have a pitbull, too.
What you need to do is open the shades, but then cover your window in pictures that will scare her away.
Maybe the OP should go stare into the fat lady’s apartment.
Thank you so much!
Sometimes you see the Dear Abby advice to print the letter and show it to your husband/wife/girlfriend/pet dog/etc., and this is exactly what I needed to show my wife why I can go peaking, but she’s too thin.
Except I’m an Iranian meth addict with bad teeth.
Scoff Redundant. Show me an Iranian who is not a meth addict with bad teeth.
Oh wow, after looking into that snuggie, I just saw where the SNUGGIETRON 3000 is rumored to come out in June! I can’t wait because the foil pocket will now have a heating element. I can finally have a hot pocket in my hot pocket!
My Taiwanese-Iranian wife is a meth addict and all of her teeth are false.
I won’t let her peep in windows because she’s only 98 lbs., so she’s reduced to peeping out our windows, but they open onto the wall of the neighbor’s house, so it’s not as exciting.
Have you checked to make sure you aren’t accidentally in her house instead of yours, and she is peeking in to see if you are gone yet and she safely enter her own home and go to bed?
You really shouldn’t ridicule the poster as I know exactly what he’s going through.
Some years ago both Jennifer Anniston and Anna Kournakova used to harrass me in exactly the same way.
That, and make obscene phone calls to me day and night.
In the end,and I really am ashamed to say this,I did the cowardly thing and submitted to their frequent and unbridled sexual demands though they seemed to be incessant , day after day, night after night.
I still feel the humiliation of what I let them make me do to them.
Luckily for me they seemed to stop fancying me when I came off of the medication.
I just hope that they’ve learned their lesson and never bother me again.
Bitches, both of them.
Speaking of which, could the large person in question be Mrs. Claus, scoping out whether or not her husband will fit down your chimney this winter?
