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Hey, hey, Waffle, gang. I do hope you're well. My name is Mark and today we're checking out some

entitled people. Sorry if you can hear Poppy sniffing in the background there. If you do love a Reddit

story please consider him the like that subscribe, maybe that notification bell too. Let's dive straight

in to today's stories. Much love guys.

Now this first story does have like an update attached to it, and it's from RooRoo Laboo,

who says, sell my son your land or I will call the police. Some backstory. My now passed

on next door neighbor was a terrible busybody who felt it was a

god-given right to tell everyone in our street what they could and couldn't do, from where they

parked their cars to what flowers they could grow. She had to know everyone's business and would

harass people until she got answers, even going as far as stalking, but that is for other stories.

If she didn't get her own way, she would spread the most evil gossip. Her adult children,

a son and a daughter were both greedy and deeply entitled, believing that because the majority

of the street were either social housing or rented properties, they were better

than everyone else, and if they didn't get what they wanted, then mother would sort it out.

I have many stories about this neighbor, far worse than this, but I will start off with this

one, as it is the mildest thing she has done, and fits into the EP subreddit better.

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