Originally Posted by
wicklundrh
That's a fact Jerry. I can remember coming home to a note on my dad's garage door.
"Borrowed your chainsaw, back the day after tomorrow"
Two days later it was back. It was all clean, came with a brand new chain in the box, the old one sharpened, and 2 gallons of gas. Still no clue who took it.
I've lived in this house for 9 years. My southern neighbor is 100 or so yards. His name is Don... or Dan... or maybe Dean. We spoke once (9 years ago). He is or at least was married. I've never seen her outside but see her car leave. I am convinced she is locked in a pit in their basement being forced to "put the lotion on the skin"