Jun 04, 2010 02:12
Ahahahahahah.
Okay, so the mad neighbour situation hasn't exactly gone away. We've resorted to camping out on a mattress in the living room in order to get a night's sleep because that guy with the Skype parties and insane 5am yellfests?
Yeah. That was just the tip of the iceberg.
His name is Willy, he speaks about ten words of English, five of which are obscene, and he is the absolute fucking Energizer Bunny of annoying neighbours. His energy is boundless, his voice loud and indefatigable and his capacity for booze would scare the bejesus out of Peter O'Toole.
In his own terrible way, Duracell Willy is a legend. He is clearly a professional pain in the arse, a practised yowler, carouser and all round crazy-bastard. That sad, nicotine stained, yellow-eyeballed amateur downstairs can't possibly compete and even now there are disgruntled mutterings from Drunky's window as Willy gives it some welly with a dancehall station turned up to the max.
I shouldn't find this funny, but it was never more richly deserved.
drunky hearts douchebag,
lunatics,
lulz