Now I have a story that I'd like to tell, about this guy you all know -- he had me scared as hell! He comes to me at night after I crawl into bed. He's burnt up like a weenie and his name is... Pauly! ...I can't believe that there's a nightmare on my street! Yeah, I just picked up this story for the chance to recite some Fresh Prince Nightmare on my Street lyrics, but they're also quite fitting. See, TMZ has got their hands on a lawsuit that was filed yesterday in Los Angeles Country Superior Court, one that pits the master of spook, Wes Craven, against the "master" of kook, Pauly Shore.

According to Craven, Shore hasn't been keeping up with his neighborly duties -- he isn't keeping up his yard, or his pool, spa, sprinklers, irrigation, swales, downspouts and slopes. It makes me wonder if he's also got some junker cars up on cinder blocks and waist-high weeds. Anyway, Pauly's carelessness is said to have resulted in water that "intruded and infiltrated" Wes' property, which caused "a slope failure/landslide" in December of last year. But that's not the kicker. Landslides have to suck, but we've all got crappy neighbors that drive us nuts. It seems that this ordeal has had a very bad influence on Wes' head, and the director claims that he "suffered and will continue to suffer severe emotional distress and anxiety." There's something too good to be true about the guy who brought us The Nightmare on Elm Street and Scream claiming emotional distress because someone got lazy with their lawn. Will this become his next scary movie?
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