Wednesday, October 19, 2005
High-ho the dery-o I called 911
12:35 PM | 
Posted by
Deanna
Think of the melody to The Farmer In The Dell...
I called nine one one
I called nine one one
I called nine one one
on my neighbors last night
The police went to their house
The police went to their house
The police went to their house
and told them to shut up
I can't believe I did that. I hate confrontation. I have been putting up with those people since they moved next door last January.
They wouldn't shut up (as usual), and it was after midnight. First I asked them nicely to be quiet, they got louder. Then I started to yell to them to be quiet. Well, that didn't sit too well with them either. They started trying to scare me by banging on my walls. They were banging so hard the pictures started shaking and I thought a fist was going to come through my wall.
Don't mess with a 350 pound redneck when he is angry! I let the professionals deal with it. At least I got a song out of it.
I called nine one one
I called nine one one
I called nine one one
on my neighbors last night
The police went to their house
The police went to their house
The police went to their house
and told them to shut up
I can't believe I did that. I hate confrontation. I have been putting up with those people since they moved next door last January.
They wouldn't shut up (as usual), and it was after midnight. First I asked them nicely to be quiet, they got louder. Then I started to yell to them to be quiet. Well, that didn't sit too well with them either. They started trying to scare me by banging on my walls. They were banging so hard the pictures started shaking and I thought a fist was going to come through my wall.
Don't mess with a 350 pound redneck when he is angry! I let the professionals deal with it. At least I got a song out of it.
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