I have lived in my house for about a year now and recently I've noticed how disrespectful my neighbor's kids are. They like to ring the doorbell and then run away, and we live up stairs where it's only us and them so it couldn't be anyone else. Recently, we had something delivered to us in the mail and they took it and put it in the middle of their trampoline. They're always outside screaming no matter what time it is. They've been outside in the middle of the night and super early in the morning. They also tend to try to look through our windows despite the fact that we have blinds. Normally, I wouldn't care too much about what kids do but this is getting more and more annoying. I've tried talking to their parents but it seems like they don't know English or they just don't care enough.

people think im joking but im not. I have an attraction to cannibalism, it turns me on the question is: Would u , hypothetically, let me let u eat a finger for 500 dollars?

is this a good idea?

I mean if you don't have Union are you even a family?

I want to reach out and save those who living under quick to rage and mental controlling of dads and husbands. From mom who don't speak English and kept indoors, to kids living in fear and depression threw verbal and physical abuse. Want to setup massive opportunity for those who need to pack up and run. Come together in safety and a voice. What ever paycheck being brought in is not worth the life that's being provided. How many articles we read of angry dad murdering their kids under rage. How many guys at the bar complaining about their depressed wife and how hard they make things. When is obvious to see that they drink, start arugments and can't handle small talk. Their are American horror stories within our own local homes. As a survivor of my own, I see the truth behind the silence and deep eyes. Let's convince them to reach out under discretion for help. Then give them the opportunity to escape.

I was at the hair salon and when the male hairstylist was touching my hair, his hand brushed against one of my boobs. He didn't say sorry.