I could rake my leaves, or I could just wait for the wind to blow them into my neighbor’s yard. The choice is easy.
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Mister Rogers dies and Daniel Tiger is like, “This is MY neighborhood now.”
If you were a chicken you would never have to borrow an egg from your neighbor.
If you plant bushes to keep your neighbors’ balloons out of your yard, technically that’s a hedge against inflation.
Most success requires hard work, but with just some bird food and a loud noise you can get a duck to crap on your neighbor’s porch every day.
That skinny neighbor kid who was taking Karate would’ve been much more intimidating if I were a thin piece of wood.
What are neighbors’ mail slots for, if not to deposit slices of leftover pizza?
Their dog barks from 2-2:30 AM and the neighbors don’t care, but I bark back for 30 seconds and suddenly they’re annoyed.
If you call it “decapitating the lawn” instead of “mowing the lawn,” it’s easier to explain to your neighbors why you don’t believe in doing it.
There’s no experience quite like cutting your own live Christmas tree out of your neighbor’s yard.