Karen Threw Her Trash In My Pool So I Fished It Out and Dumped It On Her Pristine Patio! скачать в хорошем качестве

Karen Threw Her Trash In My Pool So I Fished It Out and Dumped It On Her Pristine Patio!

It all started with a banana peel. Not metaphorically—literally, a banana peel floating in the deep end of my pool like some kind of lazy, sunbathing fruit corpse. At first, I chalked it up to wind or a rogue squirrel, but that theory crumbled quickly as each morning brought fresh aquatic surprises. Plastic forks, a Capri Sun straw still impaled in the pouch, a single flip-flop (just one), and then—an unwrapped, waterlogged slice of bologna. My name’s Dylan, by the way. I bought a modest ranch home in a suburban neighborhood where the HOA is more feared than the IRS, and where perfection isn’t just encouraged—it’s mandatory. The lawns are green, the sidewalks pressure-washed weekly, and the mailboxes all match like some dystopian design cult. I was the newcomer, tolerated but not welcomed, despite following every bizarre rule in the HOA handbook, including the infamous “Gnome Restriction” clause. But the real trouble didn’t start until I met my neighbor: Karen. Yes, her actual name is Karen, and yes—she lives up to every syllable.