Please pick up your F***ing Garbage!
It's been sprawled across your yard and now mine for 2 days. Your nasty ass BBQ wrappers, Chicken bones, Pot-blunts, and beer bottles are seriously past the point of being pretty yard decor. It's gotten to the point where every time I open the door to let my dog out to pee, he runs directly to your garbage can to find whats on tonight's menu. If I have to pry one more dead chicken bone from my dogs toothless mouth, I'm going to wrap it in Christmas paper with some dog poo and throw it on your front step!