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nicetomeetyou2 Nepean, Canada

Today, a drunk man walked into my house at 2 p.m. and screamed out, "Honey, I'm home!" He had the wrong house, but it looks like I've finally met my new neighbour. FML

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Perhaps you should think about locking your door. And getting an alarm. And a dog. A big dog like a German shepherd, not a little dog like a chihuahua. No one likes those yappy little *****.

At least he had the decency to call you honey ;)

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It was nice to meet you as well op.

That would be a great housewarming present. "Oh hey nice to meet you. I don't know what you'd like so I got you your husband. Welcome to the neighborhood!"

lock your door?

No, that would just make way too much sense.

Sorry about that... I know which house is mine now!

Lol at least they like to drink and have fun, just lock ur door more often.

Did you give him his house warming gift? Cake would have been great.

Isn't that the reason locks were invented?

How and why was your door unlocked?

Canadians don't live in constant fear of the unknown, like, oh I don't know, most Americans.

We also don't always want to have to go to the door when someone we know is coming, so they can walk right in. Unexpected visitors know to knock or ring a door bell.

Canada is a lot safer than some of the areas I have lived in. The "ghetto" in America is pretty bad. I had someone walk into my house, pick up my radio, and try to walk out again.

that's actually really funny!

every1luvsboners 11

Reminds me of a great day back in 1978. I was having a pretty busy day watering my plants, feeding my ducks, picking the corns off my feet when an elderly gentleman walked in my place unannounced. He was high on heroin and that marijuana stuff. He was wrapped in Saran Wrap with nothing under it. He confided in me about his obsession of fisting goats in search of ambergris. The only thing I could say is "I can see your ******* nuts."

...and then you two walked off into the sunset in the direction of the nearest farm. You shouldn't end your reminiscing halfway through, Boners.

Yeah, seriously, bro, now I'm kinda wondering about them ducks. Don't leave us hanging.