~The Dooshertons~

You know, years ago we had neighbors that were old, so old they rarely left their house, they even had the ambulance come for a visit once in a while. The Shorthills i believe was their name though i couldn't swear to it at the moment. Sure they were to old to keep the yard nice (not like ours is a prize), or pick good colors to paint the house (its brown trim with the sickest most pale green base you could ever imagine), but i can't think of one time that i thought to myself "Man i hate the Shorthills!". Those days are gone. I'm assuming they are probably dead or close to it, atleast wearing diapers....what i wouldn't give to have them back! God bless the Shorthills! Our new neighbors are deadbeats, i can only guess what their last name is...The Dooshertons maybe? Who cares?... Let me enlighten you with a few tales of the Dooshertons. shall we? Papa Doosherton is an averaged sized man, bald headed, slightly frumpy and always frowning. I assume he is a volunteer firefighter or something along those lines, seeing as how he's got a big green four door ford with the light and all that jazz. He must be really proud of that fact because everytime he leaves "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" there goes his siren screaming at the loudest level possible...even in the middle of the night! It boggles my mind because its just rude and i would expect retaliation from neighbors if i was him. Its kind of like that saying, "Don't s*** where you eat". Which leads me to my next point of interest, their puppy mill. Now let me first say that i am not opposed to having dogs at all, but i do believe the animal is only as inteligent as the owner...agreed? These chesters living next to us breed dogs faster than i can blink! The problem is, not one of these dogs have any manners whatsoever....(note Papa Doosherton and his siren). They are constantly running anywhere and everywhere, they steal all my moms seasonal decortations, chew them to smithereens, bark ALLLL night, and the worst....they left a poo on the porch! seriously..?? I can't decide if i should be mad at the dog or the Dooshertons! I've even often thought of leaving them a delicious bowl of antifreeze next to moms wooden bunnies, but then i think to myself...*dude if you get caught...thats bad, no girl will ever wanna bang a puppy killer* so i just deal. I guess i have no quams with anyone else in the family really, other than the fact that they let me feel retarded for waving at them by just looking at me like I'M the dum dum. Definately not a very friendly bunch. Did i mention the house is still the same hideous colors? i thought for sure someone moving in would paint it...but oh well, its par for the course on this street considering one house is red with orange trim, and his neighbors are inbreds. (i'm sure i'll dedicate many blogs to the inbreds, stay tuned ;) I guess thats it for now...i'm hungry...who woulda thought? lol ****reminder*****click some adds my ninjas!*****you don't even gotta read them*****fo ril*****do it***** :)