Cursed, I tell you.

Sep 19, 2009 00:54

The house over our back fence is cursed to house only twats ( Read more... )

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frakkin_addict September 18 2009, 15:14:51 UTC
oooooooooh! Nothing boils my blood more than loud people keeping me from sleeping! I used to have neighbours like that. grrrrrrrrrrr. Sorry.

You never know... Karma might pop in and kick 'em in the ass. (We can only hope!)

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iamshadow September 18 2009, 15:17:38 UTC
I doubt it.

THE HOUSE, IT PROTECTS THEM.

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frakkin_addict September 18 2009, 15:19:01 UTC
Hahaha! Yup, then it really is cursed!

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aunty_marion September 18 2009, 15:51:41 UTC
Easy. Train Dougall to wiggle in under their fence (*not* from your back yard!), bite them in the ankles viciously, and then escape, again in a totally different direction. "My dog? Bite your ankles? Why, no, he's been here all along, and such a cuddly-wuddly ickle pup, he wouldn't hurt a fly...."

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iamshadow September 18 2009, 15:53:58 UTC
Dougall would roll onto his back for tummy pats. He's such a cuddle slut.

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earth_dragon September 18 2009, 16:21:03 UTC
Everyone has got neighbors like that, sweetie. It never fails. I even have a special tag for mine, "the neighbors need to die!"

I, too, wish them genital boils and shoe spiders.

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iamshadow September 19 2009, 01:59:14 UTC
Thank you! It seems to have worked, this time.

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ask_theharkni September 18 2009, 16:56:05 UTC
SHOULD I BRING OUT THE CROWBAR? Because I will...

HAHAHAHAHA!

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iamshadow September 19 2009, 01:59:46 UTC
No crowbar needed this time, sweetie. I'll let you know if I need you in the future, though.

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ask_theharkni September 19 2009, 02:01:49 UTC
YOU BETTER. I JUST GOT A NEW ONE AND AM DYING TO USE IT.

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ksol1460 September 18 2009, 20:04:21 UTC
Can't you complain to the cops or something?

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iamshadow September 19 2009, 01:58:42 UTC
Maybe they heard my ill-wishing, but they shut up by 2am this time. :D

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