I hate my white trash neighbors.

They think it is o.k. to leave food laying around outside; never mind the fact that we have a family of raccoons and several possums living in very close proximity.

Some little girl claiming to be my neighbor (never seen her before) decided it would be cool to feed two of my cats without asking me first. She learned it was not! I had to pick up several pieces of mystery meat laying in my front yard and throw it away. Of course according to them, I will be the one in the wrong. Can you say arrested development?????

I take some small satisfaction knowing that the people in question are moving out very soon. That will make half of the apartments in the complex empty; apparently the owner hasn't been heard from for quite a while.

AAAAARRRRGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Racist? If they were black, would you call them black trash neighbors?

People can act like trash, regardless of color.

It is what it is. Color doesn't matter.

Stupidity has no designation.

Agreed!

"You can't fix stupid"

"Here's your sign!!!"

Funny you should post this today i was considering posting my own "i hate my neighbors" story.

My neighbors just talk trash to anyone that will listen and people must like us more than them because it keeps coimg back to us all the horible things that they say.

I hope you cat is ok. People just dont think or have any respect anymore.

Like some people ever had it!

Thanks Chubbs, yeah, the cats are fine, I don't think they were trying to poison them or anything, they were just being the ignorant people that they are.

It never ceases to amaze me about the lack of respect and privacy that is rampant with these folks. Why they continue to carry on their personal dramas outside (usually at top volume on their cell phones) is beyond my capacity to understand. I would be embarrased to have my neighbors overhear that much of my personal life.

I envy people that live in the country with no neighbors for miles.

Once, when we had neighbors (we live in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of town, now) my neighbor was sitting on her front porch with the music blarring from her house. It was so loud, we could hear it over our tv in our frontroom.

After an hour of my better-half complaining and saying she was going to call the police, I said, "Let me handle it."

I calmly walked across the street and up her sidewalk. She said, loudly, "Hi, Jim!"

I said, "Lori, do you know what kind of music Kathy and I listen to?"

She was puzzled, but admitted, "No, I don't."

I deadpanned, "Well, Kathy and I sure know what type of music you listen to" and turned and walked away.

Before I got back to the our front porch, her music was down and we never had that problem again.

How funny!

Can you come to my house and talk to my neighbors? I have a hard time doing it w/o getting mad.

Pretty please???