I live on a second floor apartment, sandwiched between two other residences. First, I had upstairs neighbors with two dogs. These neighbors would leave the porch open and let the dogs spend the day out there...unattended. Long story short, my porch ended up covered in dog pee. Even had to dodge live pee drippings one day...true story.
Then, McStompy moved in. His name pretty much says it all. The guy walked like he wore cement shoes. I'm a light sleeper, so I'm almost as glad that he's gone as I was when the peeing dog was evicted.
McBass...okay, so this guy's the best of the three. I just don't want to hear your music when I'm trying to watch "House, that's all.