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So I'm pulling out of my garage on the way to the gym when my neighbor Frank walks up to my car from behind and starts screaming at me.
I have the roof out of my Vette with the windows down and I'm a bit stoned listening to music jamming not expecting to have someone jump out from the my bushes screaming so I about jump out of my skin and damn near run over him.
He just got back into town and is all upset that there is a pile of wood chips where the tree used to be and that his grass has tire marks on it.
He also starts screaming that how dare I not have my fence fixed by the time he got back to town and he is not happy at all. Fence is actually suppose to be replaced on Wednesday which is the soonest that I could get it done.
After trying to talk some reason to him I finally tell him top go to hell and that he should try to find some staving hooker to fuck with his small dick so that maybe he wouldn't be so anal retentive that he must shiting diamonds.
I think Frank is a retired NY cop. I do know that if he hadn't hacked the side of the tree on his side of the property that it probably wouldn't have fallen over.
It is just a vacation home that no one lives in most of the year. It would be so sad if the house somehow lost its electric for a few months and he came home to a house with all the inside walls mildewed from not having the A/C on.
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