So, recently my neighbor, let's call them the Dongerous family, has been a pain in my side. Letting his kid throw shit at my house, rev up their motorcycle in the middle of the night, let their huge ass dog (that isn't allowed to be there) shit in my yard, etc. I know that my neighbor is a Seahawks fan, so I decided just as the game was coming on, I would go mow my lawn. >looks through window >Dongerous' watching game on huge ass tv >goes outside >begins mowing le lawn The neighbor kid comes out. I know this kid too, he went to the same school as me, but just as I was leaving (thank god), and I know just how much of a, well, dongerous he can be. Kiddo: Why the -blam!- are you mowing your lawn at 6:30pm? I'm trying to watch the -blam!-ing game! Me: Same answer of why you let your dog shit on my lawn and you don't clean it up. Kiddo: Why should I give a shit? You're just an asshole anyways. Me: *nods head* Like I said. Same answer. *turns mower back on and finishes lawn* He was steamed, but ended up going back in the house. After I finish my lawn I decide to watch the game, since I'm a Packers fan. Then I hear some loud dubstep or some shit coming from his house. I swear, you could hear it from the other end of the neighborhood. So, of course I pull out my stereo system from my closet and set it up. >scrambling to find cd folder >opens guest room closet violently >ohyes.jpg >Annihilator, Billy Idol, Journey, Reel Big Fish, and Oasis mixtape I turn the stereo up so loud it forces the neighbor to open his window and start shouting at me. Kiddo: (scream being drowned out) Me: I'm sorry, what!? Kiddo: (more shit I can't hear) Me: You're gonna have to be a bit louder, I can't hear you over my musical superiority! Neighbor kid comes knocking on my door -blam!-ing maximum over rustled. Me: How can I help you? Kiddo: You can shut that shit off before I put a -blam!-ing lead pipe to your head Me: Alright, fine. *closes door and shuts off music* I think I may have missed a spot on the lawn... >goes back out side >turns mower on >kiddo isn't even in the house yet >looks at me as I go by with the mower >iwillendyou.jpg >slams door >continue mowing >football hits me in the back of head >lolwuttf.jpg Me: Hey, thanks for the football! Kiddo: You better give that back! Me: Okay, fine. *throws football through window* Kiddo: I should beat the shit out of you right now! Me: Yeah, you should, but wait up on that. *walks towards kiddo while I pull out my phone* Kiddo: What the -blam!- are you doing? Me: *pulls up picture of baseball that broke my window* You see, my window is larger and most likely costs more. I already got it replaced, but I'll pay for your window when you pay for mine. Kiddo: I'm not paying you shit. I'm gonna call the cops. Me: And tell them about how you were blasting music and assaulted me with a football? Go head. If you don't, I will. Kiddo: -blam!- you. *walks back into house* So far, the cops have not gone by. But I'm sure this kid will keep this shit up, which is why this is a part one. And if any of you guys here know me, you know I will too if he does. Part 2: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/155346492