A few years ago I lived next door to the worst druggie, trailer park trash. Apart from the motorbike/carparts scattered all over their front lawn, the place REEKED! You could smell it all the time and summer was worse. They used to brawl like nothing else and always turned the music up load to try and 'hide' it! Yeah right...
But the worst was the dogs. The had some huge hound that barked and howled continually in their back yard and a stupid little yappy mutt in their front yard that yapped continually. And then the stupid yappy thing had puppies! The yappy thing and it's puppies used to come over to my front yard right under my window and yap.
We tried asking so many times for them to keep it down, even went through the local council and nothing worked.
I worked for the ambos then and was suffering massive sleep deprivation which doesn't make me a very nice(or rational) person.
One day, i cracked. The stupid thing was on my front door step and making a hell of a racket. I'd done 2x16 hour nights in Drummoyne, near Sydney and was hammered.
I started yelling at Steve(dickhead next door) who was in his front yard to get his f*#king dog before I broke it's stupid neck. He laughed at me so I stormed out the front and the stupid dog snarled and lunged at me. Now, this will sound terrible cause I love animals but i booted the fucking thing so far across the deck and when Steve came over yelling at me, I grabbed my son's cricket back and offered politely at the top of my lungs to cave his skanky houso, druggie head in!!
What can i say, he brought out the best in me
Needless to say, we moved house.
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