Yesterday, I was making a cup of tea and staring out the window watching the neighbors having a domestic arguement out in the street. The wife had just arrived home, and driven her car up the driveway, and was just sitting there beeping the horn, wanting the husband to open the automatic garage.

He came outside in his tracksuit and flanny shirt, and started yelling and gave her the finger. She beeped, reved the car loudly, and then reversed out onto the street, and took off. Angry.

I turned to mum. "Congratulations, your not the biggest Bogan in the street"

Mum "What are you talking about?"

Me "Those new neighbors are bigger bogans than you..."

Mum "Oh, them. They are into drugs".

Its funny how a flannel checked shirt and tracksuit pants automatically qualifies you as a habitual drug user and dealer.

BUT THEN I STARTED OBSERVING.
They seem to get a LOT of different visitors, just dropping in for a few minutes, and then leaving. Most of them male and sketchy looking. And not only that, late last night I was outside at 2am, and noticed that little beams of light shine out of their roof through the tiles.

My verdict, either a drug manufacturing plant, or brothel. I'll keep the investigation running, and keep you posted.