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Okay very much on the same theme as the other similar thread only this time its a bit creepy.

I hatched a plan some weeks ago which I thought was funny, until I relaid this plan to my best mate last night after a few beers. The point is he thinks I'm evil beyond all reason, see what you think.....

My next door neighbour has become increasingly more nosey over the last few years, so much so that he's always AMAZINGLY coming out of his door everytime something of any interest is happening. He always seems to know whats going on in my life anyway and that scares me a little.

Now Mrs.MM and I have had to cancel our holiday recently after my dads illness and increasing pressure at work, so she's semi-organised a holiday with her mom, brother and sister. Now I know for sure that my neighbour will notice her absence after probably about a day so my plan is.......

1. Act all weird for a couple of days
2. Change my pattern of movements dramatically so he's bound to notice
3. Wait for it to be a thunder/lightning/rainy night then go into my back yard and bury a pre-constructed bag of old clothes or anything that resembles a body

That's evil yet amazingly funny at the same time.

And if he calls the cops all you have to say is that you had some old clothes that you wanted to get rid of.

I KNOW!!

Its a win/win situation for me. If he calls the old bill, he'll look a fool. If he doesn't, he'll probably go insane.

I think nosey neighbors are good neighbors, cause they are always watching your house!

I dont think you should scare the poor chap! You should be thankfull. I've never seen any of my neighbors!

evil? that? ha! It's a great thing to do!

Yeah but I've seen him pop his head over our fence to look into my kitchen loads of times. Bastard.

then you have to wave to him

So you dont have a nosey neighbor, you have a peeping tom! Now that's just outrageous!! Burry the chlothes and hope the bastard has a heart attack!

The when he turns to leave you shoot him in the ass with a BB gun.

and if you feel lucky you can try to shoot him with a CC gun

Leave the comedy to Ush yerssot!

ow yeah! give it to the stiff-a$$ed Brit!

Yes because your comedy is often bland.

hey! It's not on my dutylist!

Scare him! Its not REALLY evil

who? what? where? when? how?

that only leaves... with what?

Too right, lets frighten the old git to death. Haa ha HA HA HAAAAA HAA HA HAAA WHOA HA HA HA AA HA WHOOOA HA HA HA HAHA Ooooh dear.

(Is it just me and old ladies who say "oooh dear" after laughing really hard?)

hahahahahaha! ow dear no!

Yup, old greasy ladies!!

if we are that, what are you?

Young, sexy hunk!

haha, no honestly now

Mech why dont you just piss in his mailbox

No! don't put ideas/plans in my head that I am likely to execute when totted up.

Mech, piss in his mailbox

Oh great, now its lodged firmly into my sub-conscious. Keep your eye on the Birmingham Post for stories of the "phantom letterbox pisser".

I didn't know old ladies were greasy.

Car mechanics yes. Old ladies....hmmmmm

Maybe Tex has been looking at some kinky-mature-oiled-up-granny website. Eeeeeeeeeuuuuuuuuuuw!

Bleecccckkkkk...where's finti's barf bags ??????

Forget those, here have a bucket.

Huuuuuurl, huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurl.

*Spits*

Huuuuuuuuuurl.

Oh sweet baby jesus.

Oh Mech, we've just never shared a moment like this...

I find once I've thrown up in front of a person that certain barriers are broken down.

Now here, let me hold your hair back while you spew.

Thanks dear. We've reached a new plateau.

I'm such a classy guy.

Yes. If I had daughters, I'd want them to marry a guy just like you.

And who's going to give you these daughters?

ow! that's a trickquestion right!?

Hmmm.....*looks in catalogue* No daughters there.

*looks on internet* No daughters there.

*looks at Tommy* No daughters there.

*scratches head*

Now what am I gonna do ?

What you going to do?
Take the phone and you dial:
Daughtershelpdesk!!!

You and queeq need to get busy!

If he can find me. Hehehe.

Gotcha!

*drinks invisibility potion*

Ha ha !

*drinks cola*
ha! ha!

But now that I'm invisible, I have to take my clothes off or he'll see my clothes. Its all quite mad you see.

Tee hee, I hope I'm around when the potion wears off then.

Tee-hee ?

God Mech, you are such a scream.

*whistles innocently*
I'm not here, I'm definitly not here...
*hides behind the chair*

Doesn't everyone giggle like Homer J? Tee-hee.

No, yerssot giggles like Flanders. Everybody else giggles like Homer.

Mech have you pissed in his mailbox yet?

I'll do another Homer saying:

*Raises left arm up which has a close fist*

WooHoo!

Homer: "Woohoo!"
Marge : "I think you haven't listened to him, Homey"
Homer: "I said woo-hoo!"

Not yet Finti, although there may be the opportunity later cus I'm drinking tonight with some old buddies from school. They all play in the same footy team, who have won thier league cup today, I would have gone to see it but I was working, AGAIN!.

Anyhoo, just got enough time to make a few posts, get some grub and get changed for an evening on the tiles.

go mailbox! go mailbox! go mailbox!
I mean, ... go mechy! go mechy! go mechy!

pissbox

*stands in doorway, shocked*

Hey K, come in, it's too cold to stand there, and I'm not sure if mech will know wich mailbox he needs to have, so for protection, it would be wiser to enter

Okay, I missed something..why is mech pissing in mailboxes?

cause his neighbour is nosey so it is kind of a revenge

See..that's a boy's solution to the problem..if it were me I'd make up fake mail and feed him false information...either that or get him on all the Christian newsletter and sex toy shop mailing lists

Wait til Mrs. Mech hears about those sex toys....

still would piss in his mailbox though

wow! hang on there!
Dim ... this is very important, so listen carefully!
Where ... can I ... find ... those ...mailing lists??

for u Yers the mailinglist you kan peek in is Kids r us

We are kids?

no, u r

you mean I'm great?

Update on yesterdays "evening on the tiles".....

Made a quick few posts as you may, or may not, have seen. Then I rushed my dinner, so much so that I had indigestion. Virtually jumped in and out of the shower and rushed to meet the celebrating football team...................

To find them all sooooo pissed it was just impossible to play catchy-up. My friend Carl was so bad I finished 1 (Yes people 1) drink and took him home where he passed out in minutes. Leaving me dressed up and stopping at home with cans.

so, no mailbox terror?