Man vs. People of Walmart Neighbors...

I own a nice house in a nice subdivision in a nice suburb of Columbus. My house is pretty much perfect for my family, except for one glaring thing....

We knew it going in....my house is located on the very edge of the subdivision in a culdesac. I'm at the edge of the culdesac...the rest of the buildings are worn duplexes, which means renters, which means Walmart/Nascar/Bush Lite crowd.....fuck, even one guys is a sex offender....these people, for the most part, are ignorant pricks....and I hate them...they make so much goddamned noise...blasting country and arguing into the street with cigarette choked raspy voices, (at 2 am sometimes)....drinking Great Value Walmart beer all day collecting their welfare checks, mragh mragh mragh!!!

I use two cinder blocks to keep my dogs barricaded inside their fence bc fuck for bid they get out....they will eviscerate every single one of these "my parents are cousins" fuckstains....

Well, the duplex next door had their driveway sealed. Not an issue, right....

Wrong...I get home and one of my blocks is missing...apparently the lazy dipshit contractor went into my yard and took one of my cinder blocks from the fence to anchor some caution tape!

I wouldn't care, but I need that cinder block to keep the dogs in....

I wanted to go over there and just cut the line and reclaim my block, but I'm much classier than that. I could knock on their doors to let them know what I'm doing...but fuck them, they didn't pay for the seal job...they're renters! Plus, I don't wanna interact with these white trash fucks...I hate them...

I reclaimed my block triumphantly and I was even nice enough to replace it with one of my spare waste baskets to keep the caution tape intact.

As I was returning to my house, one of the neighbor's friends pulls up....and it's on....

This guys is 50ish, 5'10", a fat as fuck 260ish, drunk as fuck, with a Packers hat on (I lived in Milwaukee...he didn't have a Wisco accent).....

"Derp, da derp....did you take dat brick?! Dayhhhhh dayhhh!!"

"Sir, that's my block. I use it to keep my dogs barricaded."

"Well, did you ask, boy?" [Typical crusty old fuck trying to intimidate a younger lad...I love this kinda shit....just bc you're older, you're gonna like whoop my ass with a belt like I'm 12.]

"Sir....that's my block. I don't NEED to ask anyone." [Did anyone ask permission to take it, you fuck mime?]

"Ah, da derper derp...that's bullshit...I seen dat contractor m'self bring dat same block in on his truck!"

"No he didn't...mind your own business...." [Now, I'm getting pissed...I stop walking and I face to confront this prick who is 30 ft away, heading to my next door neighbor's house.]

"Well why don't you worry about go and get more dogs....[all I could understand of the rambling, incoherent, drunken, inaudible townie fuckspeak as he's running inside with his fat son....]

BTW, I love people who talk shit, retreating, and with their kids with them....like, most serial killers won't kill a person in front of their kid...me, a normal person (loosely) is going to stomp out a kid's father in front of the kid...

My wife and I left for a quick Costco run....upon my return, the cinderblock is still in place....of course the cowardly pussies aren't gonna take the block back....