This is half a bitch-fest about our upstairs neighbors and hals about the rest of our apartment complex.
It's amazing. Our upstairs neighbors are the two, tiny little lesbians. I'm sure many guys are going, "AWESOME!!!". Well don't unless you like ugly chicks. I've wiped things off my ass with more comeliness.
Anyway, at first they were just annoying. Stomping around a lot, chasing their dog, doing acrobatics. Something noisy. Sometimes music a little too late. But not out of control. That's till the first big fight.
Now they are at the apartment at, mostly, different times. One is a student and doesn't show up till late at night. When she begins dragging things around the apartment and playing Jack Johnson shit all night. Hence our first spat with her.
The other shows up either during the day or even later at night. For a while, with her other lesbian lover, who is slightly less bile-rising in appearance. Then the second fight happened. Now she shows up with two different hayseed guys. I think they must be the pot buddies. Because they sit on the balcony, giggle, talk loudly, giggle, smoke, giggle, then leave for a while. Only to come back and move shit around in the apartment at 2am.
Well tonight we just got in from a not too late night on the town. Settled in to bed around 1-ish AM. I'm about asleep, then at 2AM the warehousing, body-slamming something is going on. Finally I lose it and stomp upstairs. They are having fight number three. I basically am like, who give a shit Shut up and let me sleep. I personally think they are moving quarter-ton cinderblocks around the floor to grind up their pot to a smokable consistency.
Now for the other 40% of our neighbors. They like rap, ghetto rap, ghetto mexican rap, dance, and any mingling thereof. Oh and they like it loud. You know, $2,000 worth of stereo in a $300 car loud. So loud you can hear the loose parts rattling with each it of the base.
Well there is the nice drug dealer, mexican rap fan who has fancy hydraulics on his Lincoln Towncar. It is much shinier and rattles only half as much as the other cars around. And the elephant fart hissing noise his hydraulics make are especially cool at 3am. Aren't these turds supposed to kill each other in the streets occasionally? I could only get so lucky.
And to prove I'm not a biggot. Another grand offender is college boy. He likes to party. Though it's not that often. He's white. So is his girlfriend/roomate. She drives a Mercedes. It plays rap as well. his other fem-friend has a Volkswagen Beetle. It plays dance music. Both are blonde and dumb as dried shit.
I hate apartments.
It's amazing. Our upstairs neighbors are the two, tiny little lesbians. I'm sure many guys are going, "AWESOME!!!". Well don't unless you like ugly chicks. I've wiped things off my ass with more comeliness.
Anyway, at first they were just annoying. Stomping around a lot, chasing their dog, doing acrobatics. Something noisy. Sometimes music a little too late. But not out of control. That's till the first big fight.
Now they are at the apartment at, mostly, different times. One is a student and doesn't show up till late at night. When she begins dragging things around the apartment and playing Jack Johnson shit all night. Hence our first spat with her.
The other shows up either during the day or even later at night. For a while, with her other lesbian lover, who is slightly less bile-rising in appearance. Then the second fight happened. Now she shows up with two different hayseed guys. I think they must be the pot buddies. Because they sit on the balcony, giggle, talk loudly, giggle, smoke, giggle, then leave for a while. Only to come back and move shit around in the apartment at 2am.
Well tonight we just got in from a not too late night on the town. Settled in to bed around 1-ish AM. I'm about asleep, then at 2AM the warehousing, body-slamming something is going on. Finally I lose it and stomp upstairs. They are having fight number three. I basically am like, who give a shit Shut up and let me sleep. I personally think they are moving quarter-ton cinderblocks around the floor to grind up their pot to a smokable consistency.
Now for the other 40% of our neighbors. They like rap, ghetto rap, ghetto mexican rap, dance, and any mingling thereof. Oh and they like it loud. You know, $2,000 worth of stereo in a $300 car loud. So loud you can hear the loose parts rattling with each it of the base.
Well there is the nice drug dealer, mexican rap fan who has fancy hydraulics on his Lincoln Towncar. It is much shinier and rattles only half as much as the other cars around. And the elephant fart hissing noise his hydraulics make are especially cool at 3am. Aren't these turds supposed to kill each other in the streets occasionally? I could only get so lucky.
And to prove I'm not a biggot. Another grand offender is college boy. He likes to party. Though it's not that often. He's white. So is his girlfriend/roomate. She drives a Mercedes. It plays rap as well. his other fem-friend has a Volkswagen Beetle. It plays dance music. Both are blonde and dumb as dried shit.
I hate apartments.
