There's a hippie in my ceiling.
Yes, there are hippies living above me.
I was awakened this morning by rhythmic drumming, which can only mean one thing, there is a fucking hippie in my ceiling.
i think he has some of those big bongo things. I bet he has dreadlocks and grows his own because it brings him 'closer to god'.
Why doesn't he just practice on the meadows like the normal hippies??? I don't understand. He's disturbing ME and the other people in the building.
Next thing I know we'll have a drum circle and a rock concert to bring down the corperations/save the planet.
I'm trying to flush him out using loud Madonna pop and 'easy listening'; including 'make me smile (come up and see me)', and that classic Eagles hit 'take it easy'.
If he persists though my efforts alone may not be enough, I'd have to call in an exterminator, some chavs, and buy the Britney Greatest Hits album. *shudders*
oooooooooh ooooooh la la la
come up and see me, make me smiiiiiii-iiii-iiiii-iiiiiiiiile
or do what you want!
runnin wiiiiiiiiii-iiiiiiiiiiild.