jcampbell1180
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Meanwhile, back at the Ranch...
So I got code enforcement called on me today. Pretty sweet. Apparently, instead of the neighbors introducing themselves, they just call code enforcement on you.
They were bitching about the Hell Beast sitting in the driveway and some empty boxes on the side of the house that I haven't had the chance to break down yet. As for the Hell Beast, I wasn't going to leave Her there. The garage is still full of stuff.
I guess it's kinda legit. I could see myself calling for something like that. However, I think I would have the stones to go talk to my new neighbor about it first. Looks like I officially moved onto Pussy Drive.
Sooooo...
It's open season now as far as I'm concerned. I don't care which neighbor called, I'm gonna drop the dime on all 'o em. That's right, Mr. 5 rotted out raper vans in my unfenced backyard, it's your turn.
You too, Mr. I'm too lazy to pick up my trash so I'll let it blow into Campy's yard. I'm making a call on you.
As for you, Mr. I'll let my little shitty rat terrier bark at everything, yeah, your little poochie's number is up.
All this stuff I could have lived with. I'm pretty easy to get along with. Live and let live, is my motto. But one of you decided to go out and be a pussy dick, so...here we are. Unlike you though, I'll let you know just who it was who called Code Enforcement. That's how I roll.