Here's a funny story that was related to me by my one of my neighbors yesterday. For the sake of privacy I'll just call him "John." John is a prankster. He's about 70 years young, he's Irish and he sells motor homes. I think all of that factors into his outlook on life.
As an example of John's sense of humor, a few years ago, John's neighbor behind him got upset because John had acquired a parcel of land next to his house that was part of a vacated road right-of-way. Bought if for $1.00 from the county. He was planning on starting a little tree farm there and his neighbor was curious what he was up to. So the neighbor calls him up and says, "John, I see you're doing something with that land you bought." John (always the prankster) replies, "Yeah, I'm gonna grow marijuana back there." That prompted a visit from the Sheriff's department and everybody (except the neighbor) had a good laugh.
Anyway, John had his RV out in front of his house yesterday cleaning it up. A neighbor (different one) walks up to him and says, "That your motor home?" John replies, "Yes." Neighbor: "So how long are you going to keep it out here like this?" John: "Oh, probably until January when we're going to take it on a trip to Florida." (Remember, John likes to toy with people.) Neighbor: "January?!!! You can't do that - the covenants don't allow it. I'm going to report you to Bob Haworth." John: "Who's Bob Haworth?" Neighbor: "He's President of the HOA." John: "Oh, is he that guy who used to be a Beatle?" Neighbor: "No, he was a Beachboy."