OMG! You are creative!!
You could have a blast with this!
Tin foil your mailbox.
Paint a big circle with an X on your lawn.
Place all your lawn chairs facing his house.
My Neighbors Are Insane!!!! Part 2!
- Thread starter Wyatt Burp
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OMG! You are creative!!
You could have a blast with this!
Tin foil your mailbox.
Paint a big circle with an X on your lawn.
Place all your lawn chairs facing his house.
fat tom
Absent Comrade
Most of us couldn't move before selling.Dang! It's expensive to keep you and that mind-ray machine under control!
I like Ivan's idea but somehow I don't see it working. Well, at least you can mosey over to the back fence and talk with the horses.
OP
Wyatt Burp
Member
He once told the cops the horses told him WE were out to get him. That was fifteen years ago.Dang! It's expensive to keep you and that mind-ray machine under control!
I like Ivan's idea but somehow I don't see it working. Well, at least you can mosey over to the back fence and talk with the horses.
And about moving. We like it here! We love our house and the telepathic horses out back. And no, Sarah Jessica Seabiscuit isn't our neighbor. It's real horses. But I got agitated over the other people and that's why I brought this up. The lunatic is just pure entertainment. And I did find this broken headphone radio set thing and duct taped an old little TV anteanna on it, put it on, and looked over his fence. But my wife talked out of that before he saw it.
pinduck
US Veteran
Collect some of the horse apples and give them to him as ailien repellent capsules. Tell him to place 5 of them on the floor in a star pattern in the center of each room and this will generate a force shield that will prevent any ray penetration as well as repell ailien observation.
Glen
Glen
25elk
Member
Obviously, my digs are deeper in the country than yours as I can't see any neighbors from my place. The neighbor 40 acres to the north has a couple of boys recently graduated from HS and all three of them are into hot rods. There is a continuous roar of 327's, 409's, 454's and god only knows what else and our narrow country road at night sounds like a drag strip. The neighbor to the west brags about not having worked in years but is driving by at all hours doing whatever under the table for cash. He hates crows as they interfere with his sleep so he is out blasting away at them from dawn to dark. He has an electronic varmint call on which he plays distressed rabbit calls with the volume turned up so the folks in Atlanta, which is 100 miles distant, can enjoy them. And to top it off last year he somehow got a fully automatic weapon of some sort and occasionally fires off a full magazine for the fun of it. Sounds like a .223 of some type and not an AK, but I haven't been tempted to visit and find out. Country living at it's finest. Sure can see lots of stars at night though as there isn't a street light for miles.
feralmerril
Absent Comrade
I would try to get that $50 a hour guard job. You wouldnt even have to leave home.
Aticus
Member
The really scary part is:
They Can Vote!
No, the really scary part is they procreate!
4barrel
Member
monet61
US Veteran
Wyatt;
Sorry about your nutjobs. We are lucky, except for the people to our right, everybody in our area get along great.
The people on our right hate everybody and everything, but keep to themselves so no harm. I do enjoy your stories.
Sorry about your nutjobs. We are lucky, except for the people to our right, everybody in our area get along great.
The people on our right hate everybody and everything, but keep to themselves so no harm. I do enjoy your stories.
Wyatt, you are a tolerant man. Now me, I'd be having some very subtle fun with the situation. Treat those as you wish to be treated. You just might have to go down a FEW notches to get on his level to get him to back off. When diplomacy doesn't work, it's time for domination. Here is something for you and your wife to ponder. What if he goes off the reservation in a violent way instead of calling the cops with some cracked-pot story? Best of luck to you and your wife with this product of society.
OP
Wyatt Burp
Member
Day before yesterday I told my wife I'd watch his house for half that! But from his tin foil hat point of view that's a fox guarding the nuthouse.
Kelly Green
Member
You need to put a sign on your front gate.
feralmerril
Absent Comrade
Or a mink guarding the chicken coop! When I was a lockheed guard we had to deal with a NJ that parked way out on a periminter road at night with a rifle that was sure space aliens were landing at our factory!
Once when I first hired in back in 1965 I had this guy walk up to my gate and demand to see general eisenhower! I said do you mean president eisenhower? He didnt know his general had made president. He pointed to a factory building and told me someone had told him he was in that building, and demanded to see his general! This gut had a burr haircut, a new white shirt and new slacks. I think he must have been a shell schocked mental case that just got turned loose after 20+ years. It was a quiet sunday afternoon at old burbank lockheed and the plant was empty with just me at the entrance gate. I had watched this guy walk from about two blocks away and somehow knew he was a nut job a block before he got to me. Somehow you can tell those guys a long ways off. We used to have a set of triplett brothers that worked in maintance. Once on a weekend night in the empty plant I walked up on one in a huge hanger doing a floor wax job. He was talking to his brother, but he wasnt there. I walked up another flight on down a hall about 70 yards and his brother was there talking back to him on the same subject! One of the three went beserk once in the factory. I got the call. He was throwing stuff at everyone in sight! I guess he kind of trusted me as I knew him. Someone had stold his mop and it set him off. I escourted him out of the plant I walked aside him and he seemed to not know I was there but he was crying and mumbling strange stuff all the way. He kept his job! We had another guy we nicknamed "stay car". He was really off. He would arive early, sit in his van untill a woman co worker would show up and escourt him in. He would take several minutes of locking his vehickle and then rattiling the door handle for a long time, then back away from the van pointing at it like a dog or horse and tell it to stay!
He had some simple job of counting out parts. Someone noticed there was a hole in the wall above a barrel he was putting parts in. They found the room where the hole was in and waited. When he started to throw a part they put their arm through the hole and grabbed his wrist! He went beserk!
That could be a fun job sometimes!
Once when I first hired in back in 1965 I had this guy walk up to my gate and demand to see general eisenhower! I said do you mean president eisenhower? He didnt know his general had made president. He pointed to a factory building and told me someone had told him he was in that building, and demanded to see his general! This gut had a burr haircut, a new white shirt and new slacks. I think he must have been a shell schocked mental case that just got turned loose after 20+ years. It was a quiet sunday afternoon at old burbank lockheed and the plant was empty with just me at the entrance gate. I had watched this guy walk from about two blocks away and somehow knew he was a nut job a block before he got to me. Somehow you can tell those guys a long ways off. We used to have a set of triplett brothers that worked in maintance. Once on a weekend night in the empty plant I walked up on one in a huge hanger doing a floor wax job. He was talking to his brother, but he wasnt there. I walked up another flight on down a hall about 70 yards and his brother was there talking back to him on the same subject! One of the three went beserk once in the factory. I got the call. He was throwing stuff at everyone in sight! I guess he kind of trusted me as I knew him. Someone had stold his mop and it set him off. I escourted him out of the plant I walked aside him and he seemed to not know I was there but he was crying and mumbling strange stuff all the way. He kept his job! We had another guy we nicknamed "stay car". He was really off. He would arive early, sit in his van untill a woman co worker would show up and escourt him in. He would take several minutes of locking his vehickle and then rattiling the door handle for a long time, then back away from the van pointing at it like a dog or horse and tell it to stay!
He had some simple job of counting out parts. Someone noticed there was a hole in the wall above a barrel he was putting parts in. They found the room where the hole was in and waited. When he started to throw a part they put their arm through the hole and grabbed his wrist! He went beserk!
That could be a fun job sometimes!
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Neighbors with hot cars and automatic weapons!!!
A dream neighborhood .
I guess everybody has a different opinion of paradise.
Ivan the Butcher
Member
Dangerous Diane and I discussed the entertainment value of this whole thing at lunch today (back in college she was a girls camp counselor for 2 years, and is still demented from it). We came up with some fun things at little or no cost. 1) borrow a van with dark tinted windows and park it in font of either neighbors house, 2) get a box from a refrigerator, and cut 1 big arrow from each side, paint white with left over house paint. Using gutter spikes or some other long nail, pin an arrow in your back yard pointing at the crazy house. All the cool neighbors will be doing this if you supply the arrows.(you can get the horses to conspire also with their "road apples" making an arrow that points the way to the correct house) 3) get a cheap transistor radio and a Mr. Microphone, put the radio in the roof gutter so he can hear the mother ship seeking directions. And for when things have gotten unbearable; go to a local college find a table of guys at the student union give them $50 and a case of beer. Make ground rules!! and turn them loose on a specified address. By the way, if that dog gets left in the heat again, find him a new home... in the next county!
Mind ray machine. I want one!! So, I searched on flea bay and came up with this:
Rectal Probe Large Animal Mindray DP6600 Model 75L50EAV
I don’t see how a rectal probe can attached to the brain, unless one has rectal-cranial inversion.
Rectal Probe Large Animal Mindray DP6600 Model 75L50EAV
I don’t see how a rectal probe can attached to the brain, unless one has rectal-cranial inversion.
