Wake up sunday morning and find a rat nailed to your door:
Translation: your neighbours don't like you....at all...
Solution: Move away as fast as u can.
Wake up sunday morning and find a basket of fresh muffins at your door:
Translation: your neighbours like you, definitely.
Solution: Bake sth. and invite yr neighbours over.
Wake up sunday morning and find naked pictures of yourself with the preacher:
Translation: your neighbours are trying to blackmail you.
Solution: start banging your neighbours.
Wake up sunday morning and find a car parked at your driveway:
Translation: someone called the cops on you.
Solution: don't do drugs for a couple of days...
Wake up sunday morning and find plastic glasses, empty bottles and scraps of food:
Translation: you had a neighborhood party you don't remember anything of.
Solution: call yr neighbours and ask if anyone remembers where you left your car keys.
Wake up sunday morning and find a lot of bouquets of roses and such on your porch:
Translation: somebody loves you...or you might be dead.
Solution: Check pulse.
Ain't life in the suburbs sweet?
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