Help! I blacked out.

This is a quote from Billy Bob. Hello everyone in cyber land. Today is horrible neighbor day. Do you have a horrible neighbor? i sure do. Billy bob had quite the adventure a few weeks ago. His neighbor, my neighbor across the street, we'll call her Miss H, told me that earlier that Friday, she was leaving to go to the grocery store, and saw Billy Bob and his cavewoman wife pull up. Billy Bob was cradling an 18 pack of Budweiser.

No, he can't fork over 110.00 so his son can play sports, but he can keep buying those huge containers of beer. Miss H says, " I didn't know they made containers with that many beers?!" The liquor stores know the Billy Bobs. They need their beer. Anyway, on with the story...........So, by all accounts, approx. 6 p.m. after who knows how many beers, Billy Bob passed out ( blacked out) in his backyard. 911 was called. His hillbilly daughter told me her father was dying. Turns out he's just experiencing one of the symptoms all alcholics face. Blackouts. My brother in law used to get them all the time. ( He's no longer with us). Billy Bob has told my neighbor up the street Mr. R he may be moving to West Virginia. What a good place for him. He'll fit right in with all the other hillbillies. If there is a God in heaven, he'll send that drunkard, his caveman wife, and his two horrible children off to West Virginia. What's YOUR horrible neighbor story?