Lord and Lady Douchebag
One hot steamy July day I answered the front door for our mailman. He had a piece of certified mail for me to sign. I didn't think twice about it. After all, we are behind on our bills. Like a thief in the night, coming up behind me I found not a notice of delinquency, but a letter printed out on plain old white printer paper from a local attorney. So disappointing. I thought law firms used high quality, expensive letterhead for their written correspondence. I really shouldn't have been surprised, and really wasn't much. But, considering how quiet it had been for maybe a year or two, I was a little surprised to see that yet, again, here came Lord and Lady Douchebag, through their attorney, conveying their dissatisfaction with us as neighbors. Who the fuck really knows exactly how long we have been displeasing the Lord and Lady. All I know, is that 9-10 years ago, we received a letter from the Town notifying us that the rather large...