So I get up this morning and venture out to the back porch, only to be met by the wonderful smell of burning plastic. And I thought to myself, I think this is day 2 of King Warthog Frog Face (a name I came up with after encountering the old man the first time, I mean his warts look like maroon skin bubbles, not quite a wart but bigger than skin tags) having his garbage meltdown. So I felt the need to call my local EMS number and report it for the second day, and for the second day got the same recording. So my wife left a very Yankee message..lol. So now we call the local EPA office, and they said there will be someone here within 3 business days. We will see.
This is my outlet of getting things off my chest about my WONDERFUL redneck neighbors and their daily activities. By no means try any of this at home as they are professionals.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Here we go
Well this is my first of what I hope won't be to many stupid postings about a redneck family. I am not an English major nor ever plan to be one, so with that, if I miss punctuation and sorts...let it go. Ok, just a bit of background, the neighbors we have to the left of us own a piece of property that stretches from the road to their house on the hill (approx. 2 acres). Well last summer they broke ground on the lower property right next to our house. First we thought it was going to be a dirt track for their 4 wheeler and 2 dirt bikes the kids love to ride for 3-4 hours EVERY day. But it wasn't...we were really happy for about 18 seconds. No, it was for a nice brand new 1964 single wide trailer. Everybody has to live somewhere, and I understand that. But this thing, I'll just have to post pics later. So here we are at recent day and about 7 months into this new exciting relationship, 2 parked cars (I think they are now considered storage containers), 1 broken section of our fence, numerous Save-A-Lot plastic bags, just a few arguments, and now we are down to ugly stares from across the property line.
So I get up this morning and venture out to the back porch, only to be met by the wonderful smell of burning plastic. And I thought to myself, I think this is day 2 of King Warthog Frog Face (a name I came up with after encountering the old man the first time, I mean his warts look like maroon skin bubbles, not quite a wart but bigger than skin tags) having his garbage meltdown. So I felt the need to call my local EMS number and report it for the second day, and for the second day got the same recording. So my wife left a very Yankee message..lol. So now we call the local EPA office, and they said there will be someone here within 3 business days. We will see.
So I get up this morning and venture out to the back porch, only to be met by the wonderful smell of burning plastic. And I thought to myself, I think this is day 2 of King Warthog Frog Face (a name I came up with after encountering the old man the first time, I mean his warts look like maroon skin bubbles, not quite a wart but bigger than skin tags) having his garbage meltdown. So I felt the need to call my local EMS number and report it for the second day, and for the second day got the same recording. So my wife left a very Yankee message..lol. So now we call the local EPA office, and they said there will be someone here within 3 business days. We will see.
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I am ridiculously excited about your blog. When you sell the movie rights, I want credit for the idea. Now tell us again what they think of tattoos!
ReplyDeleteAlso, post pictures PLEASE!
ReplyDeleteI think it should be "I am not an English major, nor do I ever plan to be one...." I was so distracted by that mistake that, I failed to read the rest of the sentence. I'm sure it was good though.
ReplyDeleteCheers!