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Why my neighbors won’t talk to us

Hey did you see when I dressed up for Halloween as Britney Spears, and Victor took some crotch shots of me getting out of the car?  You know who else saw it and didn’t think it was that funny?

 My neighbors. 

Here’s a whole photo series of the event:

1.  Me telling Victor how important it is that we don’t make a bad impression on our super posh neighbors:

2.  Me (after a series of shots with Victor yelling me to “show more crotch”) noticing that the quiet Asian guy two houses down from us is standing on his lawn, totally stunned:

3.  I wave casually and start to move inside but Victor looks at the shots and says we don’t have a good one yet.  I realize that “Eh, whatever.  Quiet Asian Guy was gonna figure out we’re weird eventually anyway” and we continue:

4.  Quiet Asian Guy’s entire family comes outside and he attempts to distract them from my crotch by pointing the other direction.  At this exact moment Victors car alarm goes off.

5.  I hide in the house the rest of the day until I suddenly realize that since I was wearing a blonde wig those neighbors won’t even know it’s me.  For all they know it was just some psycho blonde chick. 

Yep.  Just some random, crazy, half-naked stranger.  Getting her hooter photographed by my husband in our front yard.

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