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So....I think my neighbors just killed themselves...

Well put on your policeman haloween costumen and see if you can walk in an see the carnage!
 
Oh and not good for your home value, just sayin'!

Yeah...the ghetto of York Harbor is already in the toilet as is.

Whatever it was, her kid came speeding down the road hauling ass in his car. He's never around, so it's fo real yo....

She's a bank manager too. Her husband ran a bunch of pawn shops and was caught breaking into homes. Fucgger even admitted breaking into mine but realized I had a home alarm system.

Seriously, amazing New England day to do it....
 
Was it your or Jack Sparrow always talking about the neighbor drama?

No, but you missed a funny story from a few years back. The people across the street from me are the only blaque peeps in York Harbor.

One day, my security alarm tripped somehow. I rushed home and found nothing. I looked across the street and saw the neighbor's window wide open and screen window on the ground. So, I called the cops to tell them I found nothing at my house but the neighbor's window was wide open and no one answering their phone.

6 cops roll up...shotguns in hand. Knock on the door a few times. NOTHING. Hear something crash inside the house. Kick in the door..bumrush the bedroom doors...and find someone "hiding" in bed.

It was the neighbors 12 year old kid home from school, fast asleep. Their cat knocked something over as it ran down the hallway.

Kid had like 4 shotguns in his face. Cops asked me to identify the "perp". I was laughing my ass off the whole time. I almost told the cops I had no idea who the kid was.

Poor kid will never trust the cops again. His parents were fuggin pissed at me but they don't dare say anything.
 
No, but you missed a funny story from a few years back. The people across the street from me are the only blaque peeps in York Harbor.

One day, my security alarm tripped somehow. I rushed home and found nothing. I looked across the street and saw the neighbor's window wide open and screen window on the ground. So, I called the cops to tell them I found nothing at my house but the neighbor's window was wide open and no one answering their phone.

6 cops roll up...shotguns in hand. Knock on the door a few times. NOTHING. Hear something crash inside the house. Kick in the door..bumrush the bedroom doors...and find someone "hiding" in bed.

It was the neighbors 12 year old kid home from school, fast asleep. Their cat knocked something over as it ran down the hallway.

Kid had like 4 shotguns in his face. Cops asked me to identify the "perp". I was laughing my ass off the whole time. I almost told the cops I had no idea who the kid was.

Poor kid will never trust the cops again. His parents were fuggin pissed at me but they don't dare say anything.

Oh shit that sucks for that kid.

YouTube - Chris Rock - Beat by the Police
 
WTF you didn't go up to the police to find out what happened?
 
I had an incident at work awhile back, prolly 7 months or so, we had a sales rep, allstar, talking like she's making a cool $200K per year, she didn't report to her territory for 2 days, real unusual...so I sent a different rep to her house to check shit out, cars there, no answer...

We end up calling the cops, they go in and find her dead on the ground, suicide with pills, not sure exactly what she took. Shit was disturbing tho. I have a lot of reps just stop coming to work w/o notice and I usually don't give a shit...think job abandonment..

but when it's a solid rep who is normally doing her thing it got me suspicious, real sad tho, she was a nice lady.
 
I live right next to Lowell
didn't even realize there was much meth there

Bro that shit is every where...Take a look at the more upscale areas like Newburyport and Salisbury not just the beach but the good areas as well, they are nothing but walking addicts. There is more heroin and meth along with Rx abuse there than one can imagine.
It used to always be just the big bad Lawrence, but that ain't the way no more.
 
he prob should've thought of that before he splurged on the double wide

If your ass was not so fat, I could have gone with the single wide.

Speaking of wide, when are you going to let me spread your chicken wings?

My neighbor had a guest house she was renting to some moron who apparently assaulted her with some haymakers...and she stroked out.

Anyhow, I'm now feeding her cats and secretly hoping she keels over so I can buy her property and tear down her house.
 
If your ass was not so fat, I could have gone with the single wide.

Speaking of wide, when are you going to let me spread your chicken wings?

My neighbor had a guest house she was renting to some moron who apparently assaulted her with some haymakers...and she stroked out.

Anyhow, I'm now feeding her cats and secretly hoping she keels over so I can buy her property and tear down her house.
i see you misseed me terribly.
 
any update on what happened?

a few years ago, when I was a married, one of my hubbies good friends didn't live in Kentucky, but he had elderly parents right down the road from my house. My hubbie was playing golf one morning when his best friend called me. His mom had alzheimers and called him and said that something was really wrong with his dad that he hadn't eaten or gotten out of his recliner for 2 days. She said he might be having a heart attack. Now, the son didn't want to panic so he asked me to go over there and check on his dad. I call an ambulance b/c I thought "better safe than sorry." I get my ass in my car and fly over there thinking in my mind I might have to fling this guy out of the recliner on the ground and give him CPR until the ambulance arrives.

I get there and run in and the dude has been DEAD for over 48 hours! His skin was bubbling up in places and literally slipping off his body when you touched him. He had all these fluids coming out of his mouth. The stench was pretty thick. It was June or July (I can't really recall)

Poor lady was so stricken by dementia that she kept making him sandwiches and leaving them on the kitchen table and calling him to come and eat. It broke my heart.

When I realized the situation, I ran to get her to corral her in the kitchen so she wouldn't go back in the living room to see him like that. Only then did she realize from the look on my face that something was VERY WRONG. Poor, poor sweetie. She cried and cried.

When the paramedics arrived, I told them that they were over 48 hours too late...get the coroner.

I helped clean the stench and goo and threw the chair he died in away. I found over $20,000 in CASH in his desk (weird). No, I didn't steal it, although NO ONE would have ever known.

I let her stay at my house for a week while we made arrangements at a really posh (they were wealthy) assisted living alzheimers place.
 
any update on what happened?

a few years ago, when I was a married, one of my hubbies good friends didn't live in Kentucky, but he had elderly parents right down the road from my house. My hubbie was playing golf one morning when his best friend called me. His mom had alzheimers and called him and said that something was really wrong with his dad that he hadn't eaten or gotten out of his recliner for 2 days. She said he might be having a heart attack. Now, the son didn't want to panic so he asked me to go over there and check on his dad. I call an ambulance b/c I thought "better safe than sorry." I get my ass in my car and fly over there thinking in my mind I might have to fling this guy out of the recliner on the ground and give him CPR until the ambulance arrives.

I get there and run in and the dude has been DEAD for over 48 hours! His skin was bubbling up in places and literally slipping off his body when you touched him. He had all these fluids coming out of his mouth. The stench was pretty thick. It was June or July (I can't really recall)

Poor lady was so stricken by dementia that she kept making him sandwiches and leaving them on the kitchen table and calling him to come and eat. It broke my heart.

When I realized the situation, I ran to get her to corral her in the kitchen so she wouldn't go back in the living room to see him like that. Only then did she realize from the look on my face that something was VERY WRONG. Poor, poor sweetie. She cried and cried.

When the paramedics arrived, I told them that they were over 48 hours too late...get the coroner.

I helped clean the stench and goo and threw the chair he died in away. I found over $20,000 in CASH in his desk (weird). No, I didn't steal it, although NO ONE would have ever known.

I let her stay at my house for a week while we made arrangements at a really posh (they were wealthy) assisted living alzheimers place.




Did you get a chance to act out on that necrophilia fantasy you been tossing around?
 
I found over $20,000 in CASH in his desk (weird). No, I didn't steal it, although NO ONE would have ever known.

My Grandparents were like that. My Aunt stole their case of cash about 3 hours after my Gram died.

There are only 7 houses on this road and we have a gated security house. Kind of pisses me off that this guy had a security card to enter our neighborhood. This guy clearly was strange to begin with. My driveway is fugged because the left side barely is far enough to let me pull out of my garage. and a couple of times I had to drive over her lawn to back out. Dood started screaming at me like it was his lawn.

Anyhow...keeping my fingers crossed that I might be able to buy her property SOON.
 
any update on what happened?

a few years ago, when I was a married, one of my hubbies good friends didn't live in Kentucky, but he had elderly parents right down the road from my house. My hubbie was playing golf one morning when his best friend called me. His mom had alzheimers and called him and said that something was really wrong with his dad that he hadn't eaten or gotten out of his recliner for 2 days. She said he might be having a heart attack. Now, the son didn't want to panic so he asked me to go over there and check on his dad. I call an ambulance b/c I thought "better safe than sorry." I get my ass in my car and fly over there thinking in my mind I might have to fling this guy out of the recliner on the ground and give him CPR until the ambulance arrives.

I get there and run in and the dude has been DEAD for over 48 hours! His skin was bubbling up in places and literally slipping off his body when you touched him. He had all these fluids coming out of his mouth. The stench was pretty thick. It was June or July (I can't really recall)

Poor lady was so stricken by dementia that she kept making him sandwiches and leaving them on the kitchen table and calling him to come and eat. It broke my heart.

When I realized the situation, I ran to get her to corral her in the kitchen so she wouldn't go back in the living room to see him like that. Only then did she realize from the look on my face that something was VERY WRONG. Poor, poor sweetie. She cried and cried.

When the paramedics arrived, I told them that they were over 48 hours too late...get the coroner.

I helped clean the stench and goo and threw the chair he died in away. I found over $20,000 in CASH in his desk (weird). No, I didn't steal it, although NO ONE would have ever known.

I let her stay at my house for a week while we made arrangements at a really posh (they were wealthy) assisted living alzheimers place.

There was an apartment building, really shoddy ghetto place, about a block away from me in undergrad where some little old lady keeled over. The owner of the building was letting her stay there for free in the studio apt. that was basically like an attic. Nobody noticed she was dead (no family etc) for a couple weeks til someone finally noticed the smell. She was in the highest part of the building with no AC in summer so the hot smelly air kinda stayed up in her apt. She basically turned into a greasy puddle on the floor.....they had to cut the flooring out and replace it. Pretty gross.
 
There was an apartment building, really shoddy ghetto place, about a block away from me in undergrad where some little old lady keeled over. The owner of the building was letting her stay there for free in the studio apt. that was basically like an attic. Nobody noticed she was dead (no family etc) for a couple weeks til someone finally noticed the smell. She was in the highest part of the building with no AC in summer so the hot smelly air kinda stayed up in her apt. She basically turned into a greasy puddle on the floor.....they had to cut the flooring out and replace it. Pretty gross.
I'll tell you that after around the 3 day mark, things are falling apart, so I could only imagine the puddle 2 weeks would leave.
 
How do you even clean something like that up? Big ass shop vac?
Seriously? Loads of fucking paper towels, a bleach/bacteriologic cleaner and biohazard bags. A shop vac would aerialize the bacteriologics. Comes down to patience and a shitload of elbow grease. Between the sheer work and the mask and waterproof gear it turns into a miserable job.
 
at leased they didnt take out the entire neighborhood with them...
 
Seriously? Loads of fucking paper towels, a bleach/bacteriologic cleaner and biohazard bags. A shop vac would aerialize the bacteriologics. Comes down to patience and a shitload of elbow grease. Between the sheer work and the mask and waterproof gear it turns into a miserable job.

F that, anyone got a snow shovel?
 
Oh I know crack, cocaine, heroin and stuff is all around Mass nowadays.

It still mostly ALL comes from Law-town or Lowell or Manchester NH

Anyhow, just don't here anyone having Meth
At least I don't

I want some :evil:
 
LOL, I have quite the collection myself. So dude, wtf happened, you have to be curious by now.

She was renting out her guest house to some loser who assaulted her with some Mike Tyson style punches. The attack caused a stroke.

Her idiot kids barely feed her cats, have not bothered to mow her lawn, and basically have not done shit to maintain their mom's place this week. The stench of rotting trash from her garage is really starting to peez me off.

I'm about to bust a cap in her kid's asses if I have to become Mr Mom to her cats.
 
I ended up mowing her lawn so I could stop the leaves from blowing back onto mine. She has five fuggin cats. I thought two was bad enough.
 
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