What is up, Waffle Gang? I do hope you are well. My name is Mark and today we're checking out some more R-slash, well, it's not even an R-slash, Nightmare Neighbors.

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stories, shall we? I absolutely love neighbour stories. You know me, you know me. And today we're

starting straight away with Joelle VD saying, Connie and the Arby sandwich incident of 18. The consta had a lot of issues,

but she finally snapped when she found a rotting Arby sandwich on the curb outside my house while she

was dutifully sweeping the pavement at 3am with a handleless broom. She decided to place the

RB sandwich on my porch. The RV sandwich was not

mine, so the next morning I put it back on the curb. The next morning the RB sandwich has appeared

on my welcome mat. I returned it to the curb. This kept going for a week, with the RV sandwich

finding itself in my mailbox, wedged in my screen door, etc.

And finally ending with screams and threats being traded from our respective porches.

Could this all have been avoided if I had just put the RB sandwich in the trash after Connie first put it in my porch?

Absolutely.

So this is a story of two crazy neighbors. And Hangin says, I've had a few crazy

neighbors over the years. This is one of the crazier ones. The girl who lived above us was really nice.

I watched her son often because she was a nurse who worked a lot of overnights. She had epilepsy

and was prone to seizures. She wasn't insane

until she got her boyfriend who was super religious. Not normal religious but an off the chart

zealot. One day she was having a grand mal seizure and her boyfriend was convinced she was possessed.

He called his fellow zealots while I called the paramedics.

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