Yup, sure had some weird folks livin' next door over the years.
This 'un used to play banjo every Thursday, and smoke them funny cee-gars. Went by the name o' Nobert. I kind a liked his hair.
This fella seemed right friendly enough, until he moved the gerbils in.
This fella kept himself to himself. Never said a word to nobody. One day we found him in our garden, strokin' nettles, hummin' church songs. We jus' let him be.