Posted: 1/30/2010 8:22:54 PM EDT
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Listen here fuckface! I get it; your mother kept you on the tit too long. I don't hold this against you. Nor do I care that you're a fucking mouth breather. Some people aren't blessed with good genes, making it hard to keep your fucking yap trap closed. But it is your fault that you're a little piece of shit nancy boy. When your fat fucking wife decides she wants to sleep in the middle of the afternoon, don't come bitching to me. NEWS FLASH asshole, when you live in an apartment, you will hear your neighbors from time to time. If you wish to come ask me to keep it down because your slimfast drinking wife is on the rag, I have no problem with that. In fact, I would be more then happy to stop vacuuming, doing the laundry, the dishes, and putting up pictures, until the next day when you crusty, whale of a wife is not sleeping. However, when the third thing that comes out of your slack-jawed mouth is "Ill go to management," The result will be a slammed door in your fucking face. Suck my balls you underdeveloped fetus.
The social skills you learned in public schools do not work in the real world. When you have a problem, you don't threaten to go tattle. You be polite, express your concerns, and ask. Your result will be much better. Your social retardation is almost as big as your wife. I bet your the kind of person who would push aside the fat fold, eat your wifes hairy twat out, and not even expect a blowjob in return. Your faggot ass is the kind of person who gives all men a bad name. I hate you, your mother is a whore, and your whole life has been a gargantuan failure. Your mother should have had an abortion ~ Your upstairs neighbor [/rant] |
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Can't blame you.
I've been living the flip side myself lately. January 20, 2:15am, stereo blaring (and I mean max volume, it sounded like it was coming from my stereo) from the parking lot. Waited 5 minutes, pulled on pants and Goretex, went outside. Looked to be a college kid, dancing his ass off next to his car with the doors open, parked in the middle of the street. I walked within about 15 feet, was rather sure I couldn't get his attention by yelling due to the volume and decided "nah, I'm not going to lay hands on this kid, because that will go downhill fast", walked back inside and called the cops. They told me someone was already on the way. Music stopped 10 minutes later. 
Last night, firecrackers at about 3am, for 10 minutes or so. Tonight, someone apparently put their dog out for 15 minutes just so he could bark loud enough to hear over my TV. Apartment living sucks, YMMV. |