Cursed, I tell you.
The house over our back fence is cursed to house only twats.
When we first moved in, it was those ones that used to set off all the fireworks. Or was it the one who used to start his boat motor at 8am on a weekend? Then there was the couple that used to have screaming matches all the time, breaking shit.
Then, we had about six months of grace, when I thought the place must have been empty.
NOW it is the cunts who like to burn things in a 44 gallon drum in the backyard, do burnouts in their sports car, and start drinking, swearing, shouting and playing loud music at midnight/one am, regardless of the day of the week. Admittedly, it's Friday, but IT WASN'T YESTERDAY. Two nights running, this has gone on. They kept me from sleeping properly last night, and they've just started up again.
I wish them boils on their genital areas and spiders in their shoes.
When we first moved in, it was those ones that used to set off all the fireworks. Or was it the one who used to start his boat motor at 8am on a weekend? Then there was the couple that used to have screaming matches all the time, breaking shit.
Then, we had about six months of grace, when I thought the place must have been empty.
NOW it is the cunts who like to burn things in a 44 gallon drum in the backyard, do burnouts in their sports car, and start drinking, swearing, shouting and playing loud music at midnight/one am, regardless of the day of the week. Admittedly, it's Friday, but IT WASN'T YESTERDAY. Two nights running, this has gone on. They kept me from sleeping properly last night, and they've just started up again.
I wish them boils on their genital areas and spiders in their shoes.