Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Country Living in the City

I stumbled upon this account of a long suffering suburbanite's interactions with his dyed-in-the-wool, whole-ball-of-wax redneck neighbor in Georgia. The beauty of this is that I can do most of the stuff the redneck neighbor did and no one will call the police or complain to the HOA. For example, I actually had a grass fire on my lawn like this good neighbor (I don't want to explain how) and didn't have to worry (too much) about somebody calling the fire dept. or burning my neighbor's fence.


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