Signs Your Neighbor is a Playboy Playmate

~ You get an angry phone call at 2 AM. describing your barking dog as "a real turn-off."


~ Every bush in her yard is trimmed in the shape of bunny ears.


~ Your wife forbids you to do yard work.


~ Cops break up loud parties at her place just like anywhere else, but they suck their guts in and pop a few Tic-Tacs before knocking.


~ Your son: "C'mon dad, PLEASE let me camp out in the backyard!"


You: "Son, go home before your wife and kids start to wonder where you are."


~ The Neighborhood Watch program takes on a whole new meaning, thanks to a bunch of lonely guys with binoculars.


~ Her lawn is kept completely bare on the edges and trimmed neatly down the middle.


~ There's always a traffic jam on your street when she's mowing the lawn, and you live on a cul-de-sac.


~ You've spoken with her hundreds of times but still have no idea what color her eyes are -- or if she even *has* any.


~ Attendance at your neighborhood barbecue skyrockets after she announces she'll "bring the buns."


~ After helping her trim her trees, your husband bring home more wood than you can handle.


~ There are so many 13-year-olds mowing her lawn it sound like the Indy 500.


~ You have a steady stream of teenage boys asking if you'd like your walk shoveled. In August. In Los Angeles.


~ Her occupation is listed clearly as "Playboy Playmate" on the restraining order she just took out against you.


~ Your local Domino's new guarantee: "Your pizza is there in four minutes or less, or your neighbor can spank us like naughty, naughty little boys!"