Even for Georgia, Carlos thought, these people who moved in next door were really rednecks. Rednecks from hell. Visit his website for the humourous full account, from dubious home-beautification efforts like this mailbox built from stolen bricks or the "smelly backyard pond" with a waterfall constructed of broken rain gutters, to the late-night beer-drinking parties featuring a flaming picnic table.
I'm sure glad this guy doesn't live next-door to me!
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