Those who remember all the trouble I had with the old farts behind
me a couple years back should appreciate this.
A quick recap: 80-something couple were real nice neighbors until
they decided to sell their place. The real estate agent convinced them
that nobody would buy their house for their absurd asking price because
they could see the cars I had in *my* back yard. So, the assholes
complained to the city and I had to move them elsewhere. They failed to
sell their house in the ensuing three years. Last year they rented it
out to a guy named Andy while they stayed up north in their regular
residence, and put it up for sale once again a couple months ago.
Today, Andy told me that the old woman called him to inform him the
house had been sold, and that he would have to move by escrow closing,
scheduled April 26th. But it gets better. Turns out the old man is
literally on his deathbed, losing the battle with the big C combined
with heart problems. He is expected to die at any time. In addition,
his obese wife is having health problems and *her* condition is rapidly
failing.
So, my buddy Grim is going to provide me with the last laugh. After
such long lives, they are going to croak being hated by myself and the
other neighbors around here, and god only knows who else up where they
are now. What a way to go. The moral here: live and let live.
The other good part is the woman and her son that are moving in. I
had a chance the other day to talk with them for about a half hour.
They are from San Jose, Cal, and dig classic cars and motorcycles. She
is eager to tie in the theme I'm doing on the side fence into our
common boundary, staggering some queen palms for that tropical effect.
I advised her to make a lower offer on the house, and she got it 15
thou cheaper. Kool beanz.
With the rear house (this is a 3-in-a-row flag lot) bought 4 months
ago by a hip 60-something woman from San Francisco, this newest deal
eliminates the last people that can complain about anything around
here. I'm jazzed.
CobraJet wrote:
> Those who remember all the trouble I had with the old farts behind
> me a couple years back should appreciate this.
>
> A quick recap: 80-something couple were real nice neighbors until
> they decided to sell their place. The real estate agent convinced them
> that nobody would buy their house for their absurd asking price because
> they could see the cars I had in *my* back yard. So, the assholes
> complained to the city and I had to move them elsewhere. They failed to
> sell their house in the ensuing three years. Last year they rented it
> out to a guy named Andy while they stayed up north in their regular
> residence, and put it up for sale once again a couple months ago.
>
> Today, Andy told me that the old woman called him to inform him the
> house had been sold, and that he would have to move by escrow closing,
> scheduled April 26th. But it gets better. Turns out the old man is
> literally on his deathbed, losing the battle with the big C combined
> with heart problems. He is expected to die at any time. In addition,
> his obese wife is having health problems and *her* condition is rapidly
> failing.
>
> So, my buddy Grim is going to provide me with the last laugh. After
> such long lives, they are going to croak being hated by myself and the
> other neighbors around here, and god only knows who else up where they
> are now. What a way to go. The moral here: live and let live.
>
> The other good part is the woman and her son that are moving in. I
> had a chance the other day to talk with them for about a half hour.
> They are from San Jose, Cal, and dig classic cars and motorcycles. She
> is eager to tie in the theme I'm doing on the side fence into our
> common boundary, staggering some queen palms for that tropical effect.
> I advised her to make a lower offer on the house, and she got it 15
> thou cheaper. Kool beanz.
>
> With the rear house (this is a 3-in-a-row flag lot) bought 4 months
> ago by a hip 60-something woman from San Francisco, this newest deal
> eliminates the last people that can complain about anything around
> here. I'm jazzed.
>
> CobraJet
>
Neighbors Suck!
And there you have the main reason I moved to 9 acres in the
unincorporated county. Best of all no visible neighbors. Nobody can
even see me or my cars to think about complaining. I'm really jazzed.
To paraphrase the Rolling Stones " Time is on your side" StuK
ThunderSnake #11
"CobraJet" <slither@fang.ford> wrote in message
news:230320051643184087%slither@fang.ford...
> Those who remember all the trouble I had with the old farts behind
> me a couple years back should appreciate this.
>
> A quick recap: 80-something couple were real nice neighbors until
> they decided to sell their place. The real estate agent convinced them
> that nobody would buy their house for their absurd asking price because
> they could see the cars I had in *my* back yard. So, the assholes
> complained to the city and I had to move them elsewhere. They failed to
> sell their house in the ensuing three years. Last year they rented it
> out to a guy named Andy while they stayed up north in their regular
> residence, and put it up for sale once again a couple months ago.
>
> Today, Andy told me that the old woman called him to inform him the
> house had been sold, and that he would have to move by escrow closing,
> scheduled April 26th. But it gets better. Turns out the old man is
> literally on his deathbed, losing the battle with the big C combined
> with heart problems. He is expected to die at any time. In addition,
> his obese wife is having health problems and *her* condition is rapidly
> failing.
>
> So, my buddy Grim is going to provide me with the last laugh. After
> such long lives, they are going to croak being hated by myself and the
> other neighbors around here, and god only knows who else up where they
> are now. What a way to go. The moral here: live and let live.
>
> The other good part is the woman and her son that are moving in. I
> had a chance the other day to talk with them for about a half hour.
> They are from San Jose, Cal, and dig classic cars and motorcycles. She
> is eager to tie in the theme I'm doing on the side fence into our
> common boundary, staggering some queen palms for that tropical effect.
> I advised her to make a lower offer on the house, and she got it 15
> thou cheaper. Kool beanz.
>
> With the rear house (this is a 3-in-a-row flag lot) bought 4 months
> ago by a hip 60-something woman from San Francisco, this newest deal
> eliminates the last people that can complain about anything around
> here. I'm jazzed.
>
> CobraJet
>
> --
> ThunderSnake #1
Now it's time to drag the cars back one at a time and get that monkey of
your back. Glad to here the sickle sporting robed one has some decent
purposes in life.
"CobraJet" <slither@fang.ford> wrote in message
news:230320051643184087%slither@fang.ford...
> Those who remember all the trouble I had with the old farts behind
> me a couple years back should appreciate this.
>
> A quick recap: 80-something couple were real nice neighbors until
> they decided to sell their place. The real estate agent convinced them
> that nobody would buy their house for their absurd asking price because
> they could see the cars I had in *my* back yard. So, the assholes
> complained to the city and I had to move them elsewhere. They failed to
> sell their house in the ensuing three years. Last year they rented it
> out to a guy named Andy while they stayed up north in their regular
> residence, and put it up for sale once again a couple months ago.
>
> Today, Andy told me that the old woman called him to inform him the
> house had been sold, and that he would have to move by escrow closing,
> scheduled April 26th. But it gets better. Turns out the old man is
> literally on his deathbed, losing the battle with the big C combined
> with heart problems. He is expected to die at any time. In addition,
> his obese wife is having health problems and *her* condition is rapidly
> failing.
>
> So, my buddy Grim is going to provide me with the last laugh. After
> such long lives, they are going to croak being hated by myself and the
> other neighbors around here, and god only knows who else up where they
> are now. What a way to go. The moral here: live and let live.
>
> The other good part is the woman and her son that are moving in. I
> had a chance the other day to talk with them for about a half hour.
> They are from San Jose, Cal, and dig classic cars and motorcycles. She
> is eager to tie in the theme I'm doing on the side fence into our
> common boundary, staggering some queen palms for that tropical effect.
> I advised her to make a lower offer on the house, and she got it 15
> thou cheaper. Kool beanz.
>
> With the rear house (this is a 3-in-a-row flag lot) bought 4 months
> ago by a hip 60-something woman from San Francisco, this newest deal
> eliminates the last people that can complain about anything around
> here. I'm jazzed.
>
> CobraJet
>
> --
> ThunderSnake #1
Yea cobraclown now you can go back to the junkyard known as your *backyard*
full of rusted out POS cars and trucks!! your such a piece of trash you
idiot! Thank god your not my neighbor!!
BJ
"CobraJet" <slither@fang.ford> wrote in message
news:230320051643184087%slither@fang.ford...
> Those who remember all the trouble I had with the old farts behind
> me a couple years back should appreciate this.
>
> A quick recap: 80-something couple were real nice neighbors until
> they decided to sell their place. The real estate agent convinced them
> that nobody would buy their house for their absurd asking price because
> they could see the cars I had in *my* back yard. So, the assholes
> complained to the city and I had to move them elsewhere. They failed to
> sell their house in the ensuing three years. Last year they rented it
> out to a guy named Andy while they stayed up north in their regular
> residence, and put it up for sale once again a couple months ago.
>
> Today, Andy told me that the old woman called him to inform him the
> house had been sold, and that he would have to move by escrow closing,
> scheduled April 26th. But it gets better. Turns out the old man is
> literally on his deathbed, losing the battle with the big C combined
> with heart problems. He is expected to die at any time. In addition,
> his obese wife is having health problems and *her* condition is rapidly
> failing.
>
> So, my buddy Grim is going to provide me with the last laugh. After
> such long lives, they are going to croak being hated by myself and the
> other neighbors around here, and god only knows who else up where they
> are now. What a way to go. The moral here: live and let live.
>
> The other good part is the woman and her son that are moving in. I
> had a chance the other day to talk with them for about a half hour.
> They are from San Jose, Cal, and dig classic cars and motorcycles. She
> is eager to tie in the theme I'm doing on the side fence into our
> common boundary, staggering some queen palms for that tropical effect.
> I advised her to make a lower offer on the house, and she got it 15
> thou cheaper. Kool beanz.
>
> With the rear house (this is a 3-in-a-row flag lot) bought 4 months
> ago by a hip 60-something woman from San Francisco, this newest deal
> eliminates the last people that can complain about anything around
> here. I'm jazzed.
>
> CobraJet
>
> --
> ThunderSnake #1
....
> Yea cobraclown now you can go back to the junkyard known as your
*backyard*
> full of rusted out POS cars and trucks!! your such a piece of trash you
> idiot! Thank god your not my neighbor!!
> BJ
"CobraJet" <slither@fang.ford> wrote in message
news:230320051643184087%slither@fang.ford...
> Those who remember all the trouble I had with the old farts behind
> me a couple years back should appreciate this.
>
> A quick recap: 80-something couple were real nice neighbors until
> they decided to sell their place. The real estate agent convinced them
> that nobody would buy their house for their absurd asking price because
> they could see the cars I had in *my* back yard. So, the assholes
> complained to the city and I had to move them elsewhere. They failed to
> sell their house in the ensuing three years. Last year they rented it
> out to a guy named Andy while they stayed up north in their regular
> residence, and put it up for sale once again a couple months ago.
>
> Today, Andy told me that the old woman called him to inform him the
> house had been sold, and that he would have to move by escrow closing,
> scheduled April 26th. But it gets better. Turns out the old man is
> literally on his deathbed, losing the battle with the big C combined
> with heart problems. He is expected to die at any time. In addition,
> his obese wife is having health problems and *her* condition is rapidly
> failing.
>
> So, my buddy Grim is going to provide me with the last laugh. After
> such long lives, they are going to croak being hated by myself and the
> other neighbors around here, and god only knows who else up where they
> are now. What a way to go. The moral here: live and let live.
>
> The other good part is the woman and her son that are moving in. I
> had a chance the other day to talk with them for about a half hour.
> They are from San Jose, Cal, and dig classic cars and motorcycles. She
> is eager to tie in the theme I'm doing on the side fence into our
> common boundary, staggering some queen palms for that tropical effect.
> I advised her to make a lower offer on the house, and she got it 15
> thou cheaper. Kool beanz.
>
> With the rear house (this is a 3-in-a-row flag lot) bought 4 months
> ago by a hip 60-something woman from San Francisco, this newest deal
> eliminates the last people that can complain about anything around
> here. I'm jazzed.
>
> CobraJet
>
> --
> ThunderSnake #1
CobraJet wrote:
> Those who remember all the trouble I had with the old farts behind
> me a couple years back should appreciate this.
>
> A quick recap: 80-something couple were real nice neighbors until
> they decided to sell their place. The real estate agent convinced them
> that nobody would buy their house for their absurd asking price because
> they could see the cars I had in *my* back yard. So, the assholes
> complained to the city and I had to move them elsewhere. They failed to
> sell their house in the ensuing three years. Last year they rented it
> out to a guy named Andy while they stayed up north in their regular
> residence, and put it up for sale once again a couple months ago.
>
> Today, Andy told me that the old woman called him to inform him the
> house had been sold, and that he would have to move by escrow closing,
> scheduled April 26th. But it gets better. Turns out the old man is
> literally on his deathbed, losing the battle with the big C combined
> with heart problems. He is expected to die at any time. In addition,
> his obese wife is having health problems and *her* condition is rapidly
> failing.
>
> So, my buddy Grim is going to provide me with the last laugh. After
> such long lives, they are going to croak being hated by myself and the
> other neighbors around here, and god only knows who else up where they
> are now. What a way to go. The moral here: live and let live.
>
> The other good part is the woman and her son that are moving in. I
> had a chance the other day to talk with them for about a half hour.
> They are from San Jose, Cal, and dig classic cars and motorcycles. She
> is eager to tie in the theme I'm doing on the side fence into our
> common boundary, staggering some queen palms for that tropical effect.
> I advised her to make a lower offer on the house, and she got it 15
> thou cheaper. Kool beanz.
>
> With the rear house (this is a 3-in-a-row flag lot) bought 4 months
> ago by a hip 60-something woman from San Francisco, this newest deal
> eliminates the last people that can complain about anything around
> here. I'm jazzed.
>
> CobraJet
Good deal. Enjoy Death being on your side, while you still can.
"Wound Up" <none@your.disposal> wrote in message
news:424260E4.30605@your.disposal...
>
> Good deal. Enjoy Death being on your side, while you still can.
>
> Wound Up
> ThunderSnake #65
>
Cobra Jet wrote:
..
> A quick recap: 80-something couple were real
> nice neighbors until they decided to sell their place.
> The real estate agent convinced them that nobody
> would buy their house for their absurd asking price
> because they could see the cars I had in *my* back
> yard. So, the assholes complained to the city and
> I had to move them elsewhere.
..
Imagine that, a retired couple wanting to get the maximum return on
their investment. I guess "good" neighbors would have taken the
multi-thousand dollar hit they would have suffered from marketing a
house next door to a self-absorbed unemployed alcoholic with 20 broken
down heaps decorating his weed patch.
I know that's what 351CJ, Stu, Jason, Jack, and Pound Pup would have
done, right guys? That's what you'd want for YOUR parents, right guys?
Yeah, right my ass.
..
> It gets better. Turns out the old man is literally on his
> deathbed, losing the battle with the big C combined
> with heart problems. He is expected to die at any time.
> In addition, his obese wife is having health problems
> and *her* condition is rapidly failing.
..
> So, my buddy Grim is going to provide me with the last
> laugh. After such long lives, they are going to croak
> being hated by myself and the other neighbors around
> here, and god only knows who else up where they
> are now. What a way to go.
..
You know, Limp Rick, I always thought the depraved Cobra Jet thing was
more put-on than reality. I guess I was wrong. What a miserable
depraved waste of oxygen you are. Taking pleasure in the suffering of
a cancer victim. Do you have any idea of the agony of a lingering and
certain death, to the victim and the family too? And his crime -- that
he had the nerve to expect you to abide by the law and because he dared
to refuse to take a hit to his pocketbook because of your indolence and
waste. I mean, two or three or even four old heaps in a residential
neighborhood, OK, you have property rights, the right to be left alone
so long as you don't intrude on the rights of others, etc., etc., but
TWENTY?!!!
C'mon all you ass-kissing Thundersnakes, tell me with a straight face
that any one of you would put up with such a degenerate rag-picking
loser as Limp Rick for a next-door neighbor.
Then you all celebrate the ill health of the wife, too, and
congratulate Limp Rick on his good luck. What a sick bunch of creeps.
I just can't believe it. I've spent four years going back and forth
with you guys, and I had no idea what a bunch of lowlifes you all are.
I guess that's what it takes to keep sucking on Limp Rick's limp dick
year after year. I'm still shocked. But I'm glad I happened on this
thread and got educated.
> The moral here: live and let live.
Oh yeah, like you do, right Limp Rick? Like you do.
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