story time.
lady next door to us moved in last year, she used to be married to some guy who got rich doing web development. he went broke somehow, and she's a f**king gold digger so she divorced him. She has 2 young kids, drives a big ass Lexus, and doesnt associate with anyone in the neighborhood.
She called my family white trash last year, so one day during the summer we put a bunch of pink flamingos out front and my dad (who weighs 280 pounds, haha) went over to her house without his shirt on, playing Van Halen reall loud on the garage stereo and gave her a fruit cake.
2 nights ago, some neighbors, 4 houses down the street, were holding a party for their son who just graduated from WESTPOINT. WESTPOINT. 5 years, and the only way to get in is from a senators/governors (whichever one states only have 2 of) recommendation. They were outside eating, and doing karaoke in garage, and she called cops at SIX PM, stating they were making too much noise.
We bought a ton of fireworks and made sure we lit a bunch right by her house, and my dad tossed one of our home made M80's in her backyard.
People having been driving through out street ALL DAY AND NIGHT tossing huge M80 style fireworks in her driveway, because everyone hates her.
/fin