Hey - sounds like my neighbor. We call him “Divo the Casino.” He’s all over my *ss for blowing leaves and mowing the lawn. Yet about twice a year he throws this ginormous casino party in his driveway. Seriously - a f’n huge tent, dealers, tables, volunteers, parking valets... the whole shebang. It’s almost as if it’s a turn-key operation. Claims he pulls in tens of thousands of dollars in just a few days and it’s all “for a good cause” but damn for 3 days straight the traffic is insane, I can’t even park my own car out front of my house, and the lights are on 24/7 making it impossible to sleep.
I named my neighbors in Hillsdale the landlords. They decided to put no hunting signs all over my 40 last week. I have a survey... I know the lines. In the city I have Ralphasaurus. He’s a hoarder that’s always complaining about everyone else’s yard. He doesent mind the way his three trailers from the 70s look with tarps bungied to the top.
Bob the Builder. Damn guy is always beating or banging the hell out of something. We call his house and yard the land of unfinished projects.
I only have had one worthy of a nickname. He was an old hippie that lived across the street. I called him "The old hippie that lives across the street".
We have "The professor" and "The crazy vegan lady". Reasons for the monikers are self evident. I try to have zero interaction with both of them. A guy I know did some work on the crazy vegan lady's house 1x. He said the house is infested with all kinds of critters, which she 'lives in harmony' with. SMH
Emotional Support Leaf-blower Lady. The Millennial's Diaper-boy, though it's not my label. My other neighbor called my next door neighbor that. He wore a pair of puffy white shorts ALL THE TIME outside. I called his mom (who he lived with!) Miss Prissy. He was a dufus, but basically OK. I wonder what they call us?
Crazy Mary. Donna the Bit......... Lounge Lizard. Tennessee Throttle. (He likes to sit in his driveway incessantly revving up his Harley or his 'Vette, wishing he wasn't too drunk to actually drive the thing.
I live in a religiously and ethnically/racially diverse neighborhood. I can't post the private nicknames of my neighbors because it would probably get me banned. My uncle and his neighbors had The Irish Lady, The Teacher, and The Mooner on his street. The Mooner got in trouble for mooning the mailman three days in a row.
We built 30 years ago and we were the only house for a mile stretch on the east side. There were five on the west side. The furthest south I called the old southern boy. A WWII veteran and a very likable guy. The furthest north I called the horse lady. Way too many horses for her to take care of. Now other than the horse lady we are the old timers on our road. Everyone else has passed away.
Downstate I lived in an area that use to have a lot of oil fields. When they pulled the wells they took the tanks out to who know where. One neighbor had connections ith someone who worked for the oil company so he go 2 of these tanks. He name became boom boom man. His idea was to take these 2 tanks and cut the ends off them then weld them together for a nice garage. Well guess what happened when he start cutting on one of these tanks that had had oil in it since in the 40's. They said he lost 50% of his hearing after he got out of the hospital not to mention what happened hen the DEQ got done withhim
