TBT! 10 HILARIOUS HAND WRITTEN MESSAGES FROM NEIGHBORS!!!

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Spotted near the end of a driveway on Green Hill Road in Barrington.

- Barrington, New Hampshire

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Messican

I hate barking dogs. Just because it’s daytime doesn’t let you off the hook!
bookratt

We had a neighbor like this here; she leaves before 7 and does not get home until after 7, 5 days a week. Never mind that this is awful for her poor dog, and I am sorry for it, but we are suffering, too. Her dog barked probably 30 mins of each hour, every hour, every day. Took a breath and then started right up again. And if she left it home alone at night? ALL NIGHT LONG, plus howling. At least 10 neighbors on this street alone, complained repeatedly. Now, the township has decided they will cite her $100 per day for violating the noise ordinance, every day her dog barks more than 15 mins consecutively at a time, more than three times in any one given day. All we have to do is send in our phone videos, anonymously, to an email they set up just for us. They bill her. If she does not pay, they fine her more, with interest. If she still does not pay, they can have the dog removed from her care, or lien her property. Suddenly, she’s coming home to walk and let the dog out at noon/lunchtime, and also is getting it some much needed training. Yay for the dog and yay for us long-suffering neighbors!
- Memyselfandi
  
  You are at home the whole day? why don’t you talk with her and offer her daycare for the dog? so he/she won’t bark all the time and both of you are happy…
awhiteguy

who the hell would want a used vacuum cleaner. gross.
killerrabbitt

Who cares if it is daytime…it’s f**cking annoying”. Why aren’t people with yapping dogs and/or screaming brats bothered by them themselves?
Dan Staufenberger

“Iney were”! Seriously? I really hope English isn’t this persons first language. I know I’m not perfect, but if you can’t even spell the word “anywhere”, then English better not be your first language, but if it is, then you better be legitimately retarded. Well, one other thing would be acceptable, and that’s if the person who wrote this was 5. If it isn’t any of those things, then this person is SERIOUSLY stupid.
LooseHead

Bubbles?
Holy Smokes

Police years ago pulled over a young woman who rushed through an amber traffic light. “I’m about to arrest this person right now,” the irritated officer radioed to a dispatcher. “She’s telling me her name is Marijuana Pepsi Jackson.”

It’s the truth. Marijuana and Pepsi are her legal first and middle names, and the Beloit woman embraces them as a symbol of her struggle to succeed and to help other children overcome obstacles.

No Mary or Mary Jane or Mary Wanda for her. It’s Marijuana, thank you, she’s told bosses, co-workers and friends over the years, and even wore it on nametags at work.

This tall, striking, self-assured, motorcycle-riding woman is a schoolteacher with a master’s degree in higher education administration. Soon, she’ll start work on her doctorate.

All of her achievement came despite that smoky, carbonated name. And partly because of it. No one named Marijuana Pepsi gets lost in the crowd.

“Everybody I meet says this: You’re nothing like I thought you’d be,” she told me when we sat down for an interview in Beloit last week.

These days she goes by Marijuana Sawyer, the surname of her ex-husband from Georgia, where she spent 10 years before returning to Beloit in 2024 to fulfill a promise to make a difference in her hometown. She has a 6-year-old son named, mercifully, Isaac.

Sawyer’s mother, Maggie Johnson, picked her name. Her father objected but lost the argument. To this day, a lot of family members and best buds call her Pepsi.

“She said that she knew when I was born that you could take this name and go around the world with it. At the time as a child, I’m thinking yeah, right. You named my older sister Kimberly. You named my younger sister Robin,” Sawyer said.

I’ve tried several times over the years to find Marijuana – the person, that is. When I was a cub reporter at the Beloit Daily News in the early 1980s, there was a rumor around town about an elementary school girl named Marijuana Pepsi Jackson or maybe Jones.

Some people swore that pot and Pepsi were her mother’s two favorite things. Others claimed a mix of both coursed through her bloodstream when the child was conceived or born or both. You’ll find chatter about this on the Internet.

Sawyer’s aunt, Mayetta Jackson of Chicago, clearly remembers when the name was picked in 1972. The newborn’s mother and father were products of the post-Woodstock era when reefer was rampant.

“And they would cool off with a Pepsi,” she said, which makes you think it’s lucky for Sawyer that it wasn’t Coke instead. “I thought it was crazy,” her aunt said about the name, “but they were such fun-loving people that it suited them.”

A couple years later, Sawyer’s father, Aaron Jackson, put all that aside and became a Jehovah’s Witness. The marriage ended. Young Marijuana lived with her father in Chicago until she was 9 and then moved to Beloit to a much less stable home situation with her mother.

The girl in her torn clothes and wild hair failed in school and was teased about her name, especially in junior high.

“Every single class, the teacher is taking attendance out loud, and as they slowly get down through the J’s, I’m just like here it comes. ‘Marianna? Marijuana?’ And all the students turn to see who it is,” she said.

Later in life, it wouldn’t get any easier when she tried to order tickets over the telephone or fill out paperwork. People thought she was joking, or they wanted to hit her with 20 questions about why she was called that.