I don't want you to trim my fucking laurel hedge, ever again. You know, the one that's on my side of the property line. I've been pruning it the way I want for the last five years; with nice straight trunks, and tall so it blocks the sun and provides privacy, but not so tall I can't reach the top to trim it. When you asked me if you could have it trimmed, I never should have agreed. Now your douchebag 'contractor' and his faces-of-meth girlfriend have cut it down way beyond what I agreed to, and I'm going to have to look at dead rotten stumps and ratty ass sucker shoots for the next ten years. I'm pretty sure you're the same neighborly asshole who sent me nasty anonymous letters about the temporary dirt piles I had in my yard while I was landscaping after I first moved in, and called the city inspector on me for my perfectly legal compost pile. Mind your own business, you fat stupid cunt.