Nosey Neighbourhood Cunts

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Time to nominate yet another curtain twitching prick. I’ve probably mentioned before that the family QDM live on a street with just five other houses on it. It’s a nice street. It’s a quiet street. And most of us are friends. Excluding this year, we’ve had a street party for VE and VJ days, took it in turns hosting barbies, it’s been great. But a couple of years ago, a couple who I would say are in their sixties moved onto the street and quickly became known as “Les Miserables”. They think the fact they own a house here, means that they own the street. Literally.

The day after they moved in, the rest of us received a printed letter. It contained, a short, initial introduction and then a list of things they would not tolerate. They didn’t want schoolgirls or young women walking past their house in mini skirts (which prompted one male neighbour to buy a mini skirt and a crop top and walk up and down in front of their house for an hour, while flicking the V’s. Not a pretty sight, but fucking hilarious. They didn’t want the smell of barbecues getting in their house. They didn’t want to see people talking on the PUBLIC pavement outside their house. They didn’t want to hear music played loudly, or to hear parties. Basically, their nickname is well earned.

Those of us who have daughters have received letters of complaint, because said daughters dared to exercise their freedom to choose what clothes they wear. We’ve had solicitors letters, threatening legal action because they got the smell of barbecues in their house and could hear parties (all the parties were indoors, so unless they were spying on us, there’s no way they could have heard. Basically, they’re the biggest pains in the arse, ever. And those are only a small number of examples. The’ve even called police when we had our last street party. Unfortunately for them, the council were informed and approved it. We’re Cul-de Sac, so we weren’t disrupting traffic.

Well today Thursday 10th September they excelled themselves for cuntishness. This morning, we all came down to find printed letters stating that if we seen breaking the new Flu Manchu restrictions by meeting in groups of more than six, we will be reported to the police. I’ve just sent the one that was in our post box with my own addition, “shove it up your ass, you nosey cunts”. I’m told other neighbours have done similar. This is why I’m against the so called ‘Covid Marshalls’. You can guarantee that they’ll be cut from the same cloth as Les Miserables.

What is it with people like this? Are their lives so devoid of fun and happiness that they have to try to spoil other people’s fun? Cunts

Nominated by: Quick Draw McGraw

86 thoughts on “Nosey Neighbourhood Cunts”

  1. …….and make sure that this Christmas, Griswold family Christmas the fuck, the outside of all your houses-loud music the works.
    Do it for a local hospice and advertise it in the local news.
    That’ll do it👍👍👍👍👍😀

  2. I hate those cunty neighbours who know your name but you’ve never introduced yourself. Curtain twitcher 101.

  3. Could you perhaps enrol them on a swingers’ dating site? Sounds like they need a bit of fun in their lives.

  4. A good caption /and or suggestions for the above image should have been
    Look at this nosy bastard.
    Its them peacefulls love theym at it again .
    Look at that fat old windbag thinks owns the fucking place.

    Coppers am here again love 3rd time this week /told ya that old bloke was a paedo (headteacher my arse!).

  6. On the flip side, the arrogant fuckers who just bought the house next door told us they were knocking down a couple of internal walls and fitting a new kitchen. They said it would take a month or so but after the first two when they were knocking out, the disruption would be minimal.

    That was 9 weeks ago. They seem to have defined internal as including knocking 6 metre wide hole in the rear wall and fitting a 570Kg RSJ. The back of the house has had a bloody great hole in it for the last 7 weeks. Result : it acts like a megaphone.

    This week they were using a disc cutter to cut bricks, drilling holes, hammering and digging up bits of a concrete floor. The foremen reckons it’ll take another 4 weeks yet.

    And where are the lying shits that own the place? They’ve fucked off to their second home in France!

    I really do hope when they come back they break their 14 quarantine as I’m sure they will as they had several friends around for lunch during lockdown.

    I will report the cunts and make no apology for doing so because the fuckers deserve it for the aggravation they’ve inflicted in us.

    Last Wednesday Wren delivered 20k kitchen including appliances. It’s stacked in boxes easily accessible by the back gate and a 6 metre wide hole in the rear wall. There’s no security and I sincerely hope some pikey steals it…

  7. Are these cunts for real? This is what pitch forks and tiki torches were invented for. Burn the pretentious cunts while they sleep. Why the fuck didn’t they move to the middle of nowhere if they don’t like people?

    Anyone, anywhere coming across some cock smoker calling themselves a ‘covid marshall’ should kick the living fuck out of said person. That teach the Stasi spying cockstains.

    This is straight out of the Nu Labour Government control playbook. I simply can’t believe the Tories are letting unexacting parasite doctor cunts hijack this whole bag of bollocks saga.

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