So, to make a long story long, these people bought the 45 acres south of us. They moved in their horses from Colorado and build a barn and scatter their schidt all over the pasture. They are now living in a 5th wheel camper waiting to build their house. So...enter...July 4th. We blow off enough fireworks to power the space shuttle in our driveway...where we do every year. The wife comes over and politely askes us to move our firework launch pad to the other side of our house. I very impolitely tell her to piss off (I know, me, not polite, it was a monumental moment). She has the deputy sheriff's office on the phone and tell us "she'll just have them come out." I say fine, get after it. I should have replied, "cool, I know all of them so they can party with us." Hindsight 20:20. We launch some more. About 11pm, the deputy pulls in and talks to her...then leaves. Never even drives our direction. Game:Set:Match. Her and her "$10,000 horses" and her "two baby foals" and her "yada yada big money talk" can smoke a dog turd in hell. She was trying to tell me that there was a "noise ordinance" we were violating....in the middle of Logan Co. Oklahoma....retards...they walk among us.
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I might need some 200Db horns to call my cattle each morning. I can't afford a $700 set....so I'm gonna have to find a railroad scrapyard. :evil