Neighbors - Judd and BoBo

I'm Judd. Me and Bobo are neighbors. He lives right across the street from me. He's always hatchin' up some scheme to screw somebody out of their money. Normally, I would find that quite offensive, but in this case, he's contributing highly to my financial situation.

I sell self-protection products to my friends around the neighborhood. We continuously foul up Bobo's plans, and it gets downright comical at times. For some reason, Bobo trusts me. I think it's because I helped him fix a flat tire one day, and actually gave him an old used tire I had for nothin'.

He came over the other day and showed me a fake gun he'd managed to get his hands on.
"Look at this Judd!" he said as he pulled it out of his belt. "I'm gonna get some money from Sam's Jewelry shop today. That little snotty Angela is working in there, and I can't wait to see her face when I shove this up her nose. She's alone during lunch hours, so I'm goin' down there. You want in?"

I always had to act a little interested but find a good reason to opt out. "No, I have a dentist appointment at 11:30 and won't be able to. But good luck to ya."

After he left I immediately called Angela and offered her one of my pepper spray rings and told her what he was up to. I drove it down to her and was home by 11:00.

It was about 12:30 when Bobo came to my door, with a red blotchy face full of tears.
"Give me a cold rag!" he yelled. "When I pulled my gun, that stupid girl said I could have her ring, then when I stooped to look at it, it shot me in the eyes with pepper spray! I ain't never been sprayed before. Man it hurts!"

I laughed all the way into the bathroom to get his cold rag. Poor old Bobo, crime for him just doesn't pay.

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