There is something totally wrong when your mother of 78 years old brings up the topic of conversation about The Girls Next Door and a Chocolate hoo-ha, woman business, yum-yum, beaver box or whatever the latest slang is.  But she did, she is totally enthralled about the living arrangements over at the Playboy Mansion.

The Girls Next Door, brings me to our own dose of reality over here in the suburbs of Chicago - our neighbors have moved, and my husband is wondering if we will be smelling Hersheys wafting in the air.  Our “Pleather Clad” cupcake or more like  “Pleather Clad - Cake Roll” has moved out, bringing us new tennants next door.

Pleather Clad Mini Skirts and Faux Motorcycle gear have taken on a disturbing thought on our sleepy little street…

It was a hot summer day, sweltering humidity, the week long rain had ended, and the grass through out the bedroom community needed to be mowed.. Coochie Coo Cake Roll, decided she would take on the challenge, albeit the lawn mower was not a blow start, she went at it dressed up in a T-shirt, not a shortie T-Shirt, but certainly not a 3 XL, which would have been preferable, thank god my windows don’t have a birds eye view.

It was the neighbor that lives across the street that called me a few moments after I heard her handy dandy mower rev up, he was ready to call the ambulance,  not because Coochie Coo cut off an apendage, but because, Coochie Coo’s  Cooch was in plain site for all the East Side of the street to get a bird’s eye view of “The Nest” she had never heard of a BIC or Nair from what I was told.

Out in yard, picking up sticks as she mowed, I think she was wanting a little mowing of her own.. Dressed in a T and lacking any undies.. give’s new meaning to butt’s up.

The Girls Next Door can at least pull off Chocolate Cooch - our’s certainly could not - Feel free to chime if you have any nutty neighbor stories!

Ding Dong and Our neighbors moved, we are getting new “girls next door” seriously…

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