My neighbors are Arkansas red-neck trailor trash.
When they came to our next door house from Arkansas in their old chevy van, they brought 2 cats with them. Over the years that number grew to 97. Cats with worms all over our lawn and the streets. People were crashing (one even hit our mailbox). Animal Control refused to pick up the infested cats. Also, they never fed any if them, even the healthy ones, so they were all dead left an right. They would play there folk-town country music (the ones that tell stories) as loud as they could at 2 in the morning. But thankfully two weeks ago they left to go back to Arkansas and live with their parents in a trailor. Now we have new un-know neighbors.
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