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FOT Community => General Discussion => Topic started by: John Junk 2.0 on July 04, 2008, 04:28:17 AM
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So it's 1:24 am, and I hear people screaming outside. Nothing particularly surprising there, as I live next to two huge parking lots that are used by barhoppers every night. But this is particularly belligerent. I look out my window and see a stretch-limo-hummer parked on my street, with stretch-limo-hummer renters climbing out to get food from the taco truck that is always parked on my street for 6 hours a night. And they're yelling a lot. Is it me, or do these guys know how to class it the fuck up?
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You mean regular life is just like college dorm life? Well, it was nice to dream...
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The bloke in the townhouse next to mine practices Ewan Macgregor's singing parts from Moulin Rouge. Every weekend, all weekend, at the top of his lungs.
To be fair his voice is not that bad, but he is not trying to sing in his voice he is trying to sing in Ewan's voice. :(
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those stretch humer guys should eat fred flintstone-sized ribs and tip over their hummer. That would be funny.
I had a crazy neighbor who would go off his meds jr something and start attacking the world: yelling at me and S. through the walls, dropping heavy objects on the floor to go after other neighbor, hurling deprications through the window at passers by. Lots of conspiracy theories about how we were all out to get him. But his fontasy became a reality! I got him kicked the fuck out.
(my sympathy for the mentally ill or otherwise disturbed does not extend to my loved ones being threatened, especially when at home.)
Seeing this sad little troll man leave was a cause for celebration in my building.
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Fireworks, every night for the past two months or so. Y'know, I don't really get the fireworks thing, but I'll understand if you wanna set them off on the couple of days around July 4th. But April? And do you have to wait until 11pm to do it? Don't you have jobs? Oh no, you don't, which is why you spend all day and evening sitting on the porch, drinking beer of out the can and yelling horrible things at your children.
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We used to live in a house that was bordered, on one side, by a parking lot. Every night it was even vaguely warm these 20-25-year-olds would come to the parking lot in their van, smoke up, blast really loud Portuguese techno music, and set up a volleyball net. It was kind of interesting at first--they played this weird, stoned, contact-volleyball kind of game, but it was also really loud and kind of scary--as the summer went on, they started getting into actual physical fights a lot. They threw a lot of trash into our backyard, too. Usually they'd stay until about 3 or 4 a.m. Sometimes it was easier to sleep through it, but other times it wasn't.
This went on for about two months before one night, in a fit of sleepless madness, I went out there brandishing a water gun and yelling. They found another parking lot after that.
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It's not quite as exciting, but a house near us had a table set up on the corner asking for food donations for Myanmar cyclone victims for weeks. Nothing was ever left except a few cans of vegetables or something that I assume they put there themselves, probably because that's a terrible idea.
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This went on for about two months before one night, in a fit of sleepless madness, I went out there brandishing a water gun and yelling.
I'm shocked. I guess this whole "nice young lady" thing is just an image that you don in public - your own Tom Waits persona.
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Oh, they probably changed parking lots because she was so darn cute out there in her PJs waving her little water pistol.
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Masterofsparks says: I don't really get the fireworks thing.
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me and the fam just moved into our new house so nothing too wild yet - though there was some type of altercation that went on for like 3 hours last tuesday when i was on the stoop waiting to talk to tom (i gets no reception inside my place.) i remember the words "jail," "money," "fight," and "cokehead" - but i didn't stick around long enough to get the complete narrative. all of our neighbors are super nice and friendly - so i'm guessing someone was just having a bad night. there's also a guy who comes around once in a while begging for me to let him mow the grass in the empty lot aside our house (there's tons of rocks and minor construction debris in it - though it's enough to wreck any mower.) he's nice and all - but when i tell him "i just sat down to dinner" - he doesn't seem to get the hint. i usually just give him a couple singles not to mow it.
in our last apartment in this part of town - the tenant that had the pad before us was an extremely mentally ill man who had taken up with one of the local ladies of the evening. as if him letting his dog shit in (what would become) our basement for eight or so years wasn't bad enough, after he was committed, his lady friend would show up at our door at all kinds of insane hours asking if he was home (his name was "tom.") i remember one time i was home alone and after sitting down on the couch to watch a movie, i got the eeriest feeling - like someone was watching me. i looked up and there she was - staring through the window at me - saying nothing. i screamed at the top of my lungs in fright. "is tom home?" - she asked. good lord..
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There's an apartment building down the road. About three years ago, I drove by one night and saw a guy practicing his lightsaber fighting on the (very) small balcony outside his apartment. With a freaking really realistic looking lightsaber, all lit up in its glory. He had worked out quite the routine.
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There's an apartment building down the road. About three years ago, I drove by one night and saw a guy practicing his lightsaber fighting on the (very) small balcony outside his apartment. With a freaking really realistic looking lightsaber, all lit up in its glory. He had worked out quite the routine.
That was me.
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You've got layers, don't you?
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There's a guy in my neighborhood who I think either just raises dogs or breeds them illegally, because that's all he does all day -- walk dogs. But he doesn't clean up after them. Oh yeah -- he also does it shirtless, makes grunting noises at and harasses women, and I've heard him call his wife "that bitch" when speaking to what looks like his son.
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You've got layers, don't you?
Do I ever.
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We have a neighbor accused of big-time predatory lending/outright lying (who's also very likely in the Mafia). That's always fun to drive by and wave to his kids.
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a few years ago i lived in a building that had its share of characters. when i moved in the original second floor tenant had a thing for bikes, i later found out that he had a thing for stealing bikes. in our back yard there where dozens of bikes in various stages of disrepair. one winter we had a huge snow bank at the end of the drive way with all kind of bike parts sticking out of it, i guess the landlord just plowed without care. after he moved out i took it upon myself to go through the pile and "liberate" anything of use.
while living in this building we had a VW van magical appear one day in the drive way, i guess no one though anything of it until a few months passed and it never moved. with all four tires flat, one day i deiced to check it out, turns out it was unlocked and full of $1000's construction tools. I called the land lord and he had it towed.... to later find out it belonged to the boyfriend of one of the tenets.
after the bike guy moved out 4 frat type dudes moved in, and every nigh was poker night at there place... they would be up till 3 or 4 screaming and playing poker....
one night i awoke to the smell of smoke. so i checked it out and it turned out that the hallway was full of smoke, so i called 911 and woke up my two roommates and headed out side... we tried to get everyone out on the way. when the fire dept showed up they knocked on the first floor door and it turned out that the guy had set his couch on fire and managed to put it out, and thought nothing of it. he was shocked to see the fire dept. it also turned out that the smoke alarms in the building did not work.
a few weeks later the door bell rang and i went down to answer and two really tough looking guys where asking about the guy on the first floor and i asked them who they where. They took Portland Police badges out and told me they where undercover cops and that i should go back to my apartment and lock the doors... needless to say i did not stick around the see what the outcome was.
there was also the largest drug and illegal weapon seizure in Maine history in a house on the same block. the guys tried to set the house on fire to escape but ended up getting caught and had a felony arson charge added.
hope you enjoyed my recounting of the crazy times at 224 Spring St....
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the last apartment we were in had this guy below us who insisted on playing the same eric clapton and stevie ray vaughn songs whenever he picked up his guitar. we tried to get a little rythym section going with our feet when we did our music and he came knocking on our door. i told him, "quite the clapton and we'll talk."
apparently he had amnesia because he continued to come up and ask us (albeit, politely) frequently to quit the "stomping" and we would apologize, then go back to playing music without any way to keep time than in our heads (its not as fun).
other than that, ive had decent neighbors. now roommates...thats another thread.
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One of my neighbors (the one who's living room butts up against mine) seems to have a very nice surround sound system. He also seems to have a lady friend who he talks to on the phone in a sexy-type way.
What is the connection, you ask?
Well, the phone seems to be hooked up to the very nice surround sound system. I have overheard many giggly conversations, as well as the sound of someone faking orgasms shaking my walls. I know it's over the phone, because I hear it ring a few times and then I hear a woman talking. Then a little later I hear the moaning, etc.
And then another time I definitely heard someone getting fellated over the surround sound. Maybe it was a pron. But seriously, if you live that close to other people, put some headphones on.
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One of my neighbors (the one who's living room butts up against mine) seems to have a very nice surround sound system. He also seems to have a lady friend who he talks to on the phone in a sexy-type way.
What is the connection, you ask?
Well, the phone seems to be hooked up to the very nice surround sound system. I have overheard many giggly conversations, as well as the sound of someone faking orgasms shaking my walls. I know it's over the phone, because I hear it ring a few times and then I hear a woman talking. Then a little later I hear the moaning, etc.
And then another time I definitely heard someone getting fellated over the surround sound. Maybe it was a pron. But seriously, if you live that close to other people, put some headphones on.
im glad (i think) you brought that up, erika. i completely forgot about the neighbor whos bedroom shared a wall with ours. you could hear every coital moan from the woman- they sounded very unsatisfying. best part about it was trying to guess which of the neighbors we would see walking out of the building belonged to the apartment on the other side of the wall.
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I used to live under some young Brazilian ladies who walked around in high heels all the live long day and who were often on the phone crying/yelling at their boyfriends. When their boyfriends would actually be around, you'd hear the bed shaking from the rapid-fire F-style they employed. I always felt a little adjunct hearing them do it upstairs, but that's not really our style anyway. They seemed coked out and mobbed up but I had no reasonable evidence of this.
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the last apartment we were in had this guy below us who insisted on playing the same eric clapton and stevie ray vaughn songs whenever he picked up his guitar. we tried to get a little rythym section going with our feet when we did our music and he came knocking on our door. i told him, "quite the clapton and we'll talk."
A friend of mine had a neighbor who played loud music late into the night. After politely asking the neighbor to turn it down several times and being assured it wouldn't happen again, only to be awoken by loud music a week or so later, my friend decided to take matters into his own hands. Right before leaving for the weekend, he placed his speakers up against the wall he shared with the neighbor, turned the stereo up to full blast, and put Slayer's Reign in Blood on repeat.
When my friend got back home on Sunday night, the neighbor knocked on the door, said "Man, I'm sorry," and they never had another cross word between them.
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brilliant
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A friend of mine was woken up several days in a row by a guy in a Jeep who drove up to the apartment complex at 6AM with music blaring and left his car, music on, running in the parking lot for 15 minutes while he went inside.
My friend came out one morning, gently turned down the stereo, and kicked a foot-wide dent in the guy's side door.
I know, I know, Internet tough guy violence-to-property stories are done to death, but I like this one, and it's better than that ant-grasshopper story.
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My awful neighbor's kids are in my camp this week (I'm a counselor at a children's science museum). When they mentioned their cat that had died (they seemed quite upset), I figured it was best to not tell them how their mom had once said she was waiting for it to get lost or die to get rid of it, after it repeatedly tried to escape to our house. She suggested we carpool in a tone that was only half joking. Yikes.
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A friend of mine was woken up several days in a row by a guy in a Jeep who drove up to the apartment complex at 6AM with music blaring and left his car, music on, running in the parking lot for 15 minutes while he went inside.
My friend came out one morning, gently turned down the stereo, and kicked a foot-wide dent in the guy's side door.
I know, I know, Internet tough guy violence-to-property stories are done to death, but I like this one, and it's better than that ant-grasshopper story.
That's great. I've only a few times in my life actually carried out doing/saying the kinds of things I always wish I could do.
Once, on my last day of delivering subs, I told a lady who always made drivers drive like 5 miles in order to deliver a $4 sub that she paid for with a check-- no tip-- to either start tipping or never order again.
When I worked at a coffee shop I (with the owner's blessing, she hated this too) I told someone she was being rude with her loud cell phone on line behavior. Not much but both basically took all my strength. I can't imagine the guts it takes to actually beat up a car.
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What's proper apartment etiquette?
- I have a night job so I stay up until 2-3 am watching TV. Can I have it at a normal volume that I can hear above my AC?
- I have friends over sometime that smoke. We're not loud but we go out on to the porch to smoke. Some neighbors windows are open. Is that bad or should that be expected when you live in an apartment?
I should be able to live normally without being obnoxious without having to worry about if I'm bugging the neighbors right?
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What's proper apartment etiquette?
- I have a night job so I stay up until 2-3 am watching TV. Can I have it at a normal volume that I can hear above my AC?
- I have friends over sometime that smoke. We're not loud but we go out on to the porch to smoke. Some neighbors windows are open. Is that bad or should that be expected when you live in an apartment?
I should be able to live normally without being obnoxious without having to worry about if I'm bugging the neighbors right?
Do you have a roommate and you're worried about your roommate with the tv, or the neighbors? I wouldn't worry about the neighbors with the tv thing. The smoking thing is more touchy. i don't really mind too much, but that kind of thing drives my g.f. up the wall. Especially in the summer when a lot of the time you need that window open. It's no fun to all the sudden have cig smoke wafting in while you're trying to sleep.
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Yeah, I hear that. I usually go outside to the front of the apartment where it won't blow in peoples windows but then I'm opening and shutting doors and walking in hallways quite a bit. I've never had anybody complain about it but I'm a person who is conscious about that sort of thing because I get bugged easily. But, I think in apartments you have to understand that people have different hours and lifestyles as long as they aren't being ridiculous about it.
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A friend of mine had a neighbor who played loud music late into the night. After politely asking the neighbor to turn it down several times and being assured it wouldn't happen again, only to be awoken by loud music a week or so later, my friend decided to take matters into his own hands. Right before leaving for the weekend, he placed his speakers up against the wall he shared with the neighbor, turned the stereo up to full blast, and put Slayer's Reign in Blood on repeat.
When my friend got back home on Sunday night, the neighbor knocked on the door, said "Man, I'm sorry," and they never had another cross word between them.
I like this story. And I like that neighbor.
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i have a friend who lives in LA and she came to me with a problem about her neighbor being loud while masturbating.
she said she never heard a girl over there, or saw a girl, but could hear him multiple times while she was at home (day or nite) handling his business. when she came to us for advice i told her to leave a note. i mean, at that point, he wont even care about a note once he realizes everyone can hear him.
or, maybe thats his "thing".
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In Pittsburgh I lived in a house that was *almost* a townhouse, but not really. Meaning, it was really narrow but not connected to the houses on either side... they were separated by about 18 inches. The place was really hot in the summer and we couldn't install air conditioners because the windows were too small. So we just had all the windows open.
Over the course of the summer we would hear all the conversations, fighting (and fucking) of our neighbors on either side of us. Eventually by the end of the season, we figured out that the neighbor on one side was having an affair with the neighbor on the other. We used to have secret conversations about it in the kitchen where there were no windows so no one would catch on.
It was a really messy situation.
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I'd rather overhear fucking than fighting any day. Nothing is a bigger bummer than overhearing domestic violence.
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We had a downstairs neighbor in Hoboken who used to come in drunk at 3 am and blast the same song off the same album, over and over and over again.
Hold on Loosely, by .38 Special.
Now, in Jersey City Heights, we only have to put up with the racist yelling of Teddy The Drunk, down the street. I have never personally seen anyone get punched in the face as many times as him; his neighbor, his associates, random passers-by...
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the song selection alone makes the story hilarious.
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Now, in Jersey City Heights, we only have to put up with the racist yelling of Teddy The Drunk
OK, enough of the Ted Leo bashing. The Fall Out Boy thing was bad enough, but this goes too far.
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For a real great feeling, try finding on of those websites for your state/county/whatever that tracks the addresses of sex offenders to see what your neighbors are REALLY up to. I haven't had the balls to do it for my new place since I moved back to NY last year.
Now, in Jersey City Heights, we only have to put up with the racist yelling of Teddy The Drunk
I think TL should adopt Teddy The Drunk as a side project/alternate persona type thing, like Garth Brooks and Chris Gaines.
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For a real great feeling, try finding on of those websites for your state/county/whatever that tracks the addresses of sex offenders to see what your neighbors are REALLY up to. I haven't had the balls to do it for my new place since I moved back to NY last year.
Yeesh! This may come as a surprise, but there sure are a whole lot of sex offenders near downtown L.A.! Now I know the names, addresses, and have mugshots of my two local neighborhood child molesters as well as my neighborhood rapist. Thanks internet!
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Yeesh! This may come as a surprise, but there sure are a whole lot of sex offenders near downtown L.A.! Now I know the names, addresses, and have mugshots of my two local neighborhood child molesters as well as my neighborhood rapist. Thanks internet!
Yeah, I had a couple of rapists in my building when I lived in DC, including the guy upstairs who I was on a stop-and-chat acquaintance level with. My female roommate was thrilled to find that out.
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our first apartment when i moved to memphis had a child molestor for the maintainence guy, people with kids went crazy, he wrote a letter explaining what happened (of course, he "didnt" do it), then shortly after moving out found out from the old neighbor that he killed his mother-in-law.
honestly, the nicest guy ever.
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i lived in a building that had a sex offender, after moving in he introduced himself one day and told me. i guess he served his time and was living with his girlfriend and working for the landlord.
he always smiled and said hi every time i ran into him outside or down the street and the store. could not have been a nicer guy.
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Oh, I think he could've been a little nicer.
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Oh, I think he could've been a little nicer.
LOL
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Last year I was a temp at the county sheriff's office and all of the sex offenders had to come in and register with the old guy who sat next to me. It's been his job for the last 15 years, seemed like the most depressing job ever.
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Yeesh! This may come as a surprise, but there sure are a whole lot of sex offenders near downtown L.A.! Now I know the names, addresses, and have mugshots of my two local neighborhood child molesters as well as my neighborhood rapist. Thanks internet!
Yeah, I had a couple of rapists in my building when I lived in DC, including the guy upstairs who I was on a stop-and-chat acquaintance level with. My female roommate was thrilled to find that out.
There's this one message board I post on sometimes, and it seems like half the people there are identified as rapists.
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I'm friendly with one of the registered sex offenders in Lubec and acquainted with another. I knew a third as well, but he died.
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I live in a group of three small apartment complex next to a house surround by condos. One of the condos fenced the 'courtyard' between my apartment and the condo. It is now the new place for the ladies in the house next to me to take the guy friends... It is incredibly wakward seeing them outside my window in the early morning, then passing them on their porch that afternoon.
Also, there is a bar a couple blocks from my house that has recently turned itself in to a 'goth' haven. That is just terrible in its own right
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Does that mean we can count on you to keep us up to date on the latest industrial music?
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There's limited street parking on my neighborhood. One of my neighbors pulled up in her Cadillac Escalade BLASTING Metro Station.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DmgV70RVKBU
Oy vey. I just wanted to post that video because those skinny white jeans are hilarious. Apparently the song accompanying that video is by some other douchey band. Metro Station actually sounds like N*Sync crossed with The Faint or some shit.
Wait, it gets worse. PD, stop reading.
It's been a half hour! It's 1:40 am! Still blasting the music! I need my rest, so I put on my fucking fluffy kitty robe and Iron Maiden Vans, I go outside and ask them if they can move along. They are literally parked directly in front of my house. Not a problem, it happens all the time. She's sitting in the car with her boyfriend. A tiny pomeranian is sitting on her lap. She's giving her boyfriend a handjob WITH A TINY POMERANIAN ON HER LAP. She didn't stop giving her boyfriend the most lackluster handjob I've ever seen as she said, "No, it's okay, I'm your neighbor. I live just down the block," and she points with the hand not on her boyfriend's cock. I'm tired, so I ask her if she can just turn down the music. She complies, I go back inside. Ten minutes late, the music goes up again! I'm back out of bed. She's still jerking off her stupid boyfriend. The dog is still on her lap Also, did I mention that she had really bad extensions? Yeah. Well, she does. So, I tell them I need to get up early in the morning. I say to her, "Please, if you live just down the street, could you move the party to your house?" Guess what she says next!!!
If you guessed, "Fuck you, bitch," well. You're right. :-\
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There's limited street parking on my neighborhood. One of my neighbors pulled up in her Cadillac Escalade BLASTING Metro Station.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DmgV70RVKBU
Oy vey. I just wanted to post that video because those skinny white jeans are hilarious. Apparently the song accompanying that video is by some other douchey band. Metro Station actually sounds like N*Sync crossed with The Faint or some shit.
Wait, it gets worse. PD, stop reading.
It's been a half hour! It's 1:40 am! Still blasting the music! I need my rest, so I put on my fucking fluffy kitty robe and Iron Maiden Vans, I go outside and ask them if they can move along. They are literally parked directly in front of my house. Not a problem, it happens all the time. She's sitting in the car with her boyfriend. A tiny pomeranian is sitting on her lap. She's giving her boyfriend a handjob WITH A TINY POMERANIAN ON HER LAP. She didn't stop giving her boyfriend the most lackluster handjob I've ever seen as she said, "No, it's okay, I'm your neighbor. I live just down the block," and she points with the hand not on her boyfriend's cock. I'm tired, so I ask her if she can just turn down the music. She complies, I go back inside. Ten minutes late, the music goes up again! I'm back out of bed. She's still jerking off her stupid boyfriend. The dog is still on her lap Also, did I mention that she had really bad extensions? Yeah. Well, she does. So, I tell them I need to get up early in the morning. I say to her, "Please, if you live just down the street, could you move the party to your house?" Guess what she says next!!!
If you guessed, "Fuck you, bitch," well. You're right. :-\
"fuck you bitch"=southern hospitality
and that video...is that what kids/girls find attractive? ew buoy. although, her name was petewentzlover101 which explains a lot...but doesnt excuse anything.
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I'm friendly with one of the registered sex offenders in Lubec and acquainted with another. I knew a third as well, but he died.
I wonder about the stories these kinds of folks have, but I guess I don't really know what to ask, and it's probably best that I don't ask too many questions about particular individuals.
My former neighbor was/is a hardcore drug addict. I didn't see her as an awful person in my "neighborhood," just someone whose trouble I happened to know a little bit about. I didn't know her very well, but had kinda short conversations with her now and then, and saw her in a pretty messed up state from time to time. I assume she was a heroin addict, but not really sure. She was an absolutely gorgeous and seemingly pretty intelligent young woman, and it's just pretty hard to see someone with this kind of addiction.
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It's been a half hour! It's 1:40 am! Still blasting the music! I need my rest, so I put on my fucking fluffy kitty robe and Iron Maiden Vans, I go outside and ask them if they can move along. They are literally parked directly in front of my house. Not a problem, it happens all the time. She's sitting in the car with her boyfriend. A tiny pomeranian is sitting on her lap. She's giving her boyfriend a handjob WITH A TINY POMERANIAN ON HER LAP. She didn't stop giving her boyfriend the most lackluster handjob I've ever seen as she said, "No, it's okay, I'm your neighbor. I live just down the block," and she points with the hand not on her boyfriend's cock. I'm tired, so I ask her if she can just turn down the music. She complies, I go back inside. Ten minutes late, the music goes up again! I'm back out of bed. She's still jerking off her stupid boyfriend. The dog is still on her lap Also, did I mention that she had really bad extensions? Yeah. Well, she does. So, I tell them I need to get up early in the morning. I say to her, "Please, if you live just down the street, could you move the party to your house?" Guess what she says next!!!
If you guessed, "Fuck you, bitch," well. You're right. :-\
You should have thrown a piece of meat in the guy's lap, hoping that the pomeranian was looking for a snack.
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Does that mean we can count on you to keep us up to date on the latest industrial music?
i don't have the right boots to spend much time there
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I wonder about the stories these kinds of folks have, but I guess I don't really know what to ask, and it's probably best that I don't ask too many questions about particular individuals.
I did ask the one who died for his story once, and of course he denied that he'd ever done anything. I suspect that the other two would do the same. In any case, they've already done their prison time, so I see no reason to punish them further, since they've given up their evil ways.
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You all should watch that show "Intervention." Oh, it's emotionally manipulative and "look at the embarrassing druggie, thank God I'm not like that," but it's riveting television and I think it explains a whole bunch about human nature.
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I've already learned from real life way more about drug addicts than I ever wanted to know. I avoid that show for that very reason.
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Intervention is at its best when the privileged white ladies who cant stop drinking mouthwash are on. A lot of those other poor people I actually feel for though, so I can't watch their episodes without finding them upsetting.
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My foul-mouthed neighbor who has "PSYCHOTIC" and "187" tattooed across his belly. Yikes.
(http://a23.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/99/l_56a9b8491a90d4afd2358328cc57419e.jpg)
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This went on for about two months before one night, in a fit of sleepless madness, I went out there brandishing a water gun and yelling.
I'm shocked. I guess this whole "nice young lady" thing is just an image that you don in public - your own Tom Waits persona.
I didn't think they allowed water guns in Canada?
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This went on for about two months before one night, in a fit of sleepless madness, I went out there brandishing a water gun and yelling.
I'm shocked. I guess this whole "nice young lady" thing is just an image that you don in public - your own Tom Waits persona.
I didn't think they allowed water guns in Canada?
I live on the edge, DFK.
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I think TL should adopt Teddy The Drunk as a side project/alternate persona type thing, like Garth Brooks and Chris Gaines.
every once in awhile, having completely forgotten about the chris gaines thing, i am reminded of it and the accompanying saturday night live performance, and i just dissolve into laughter for a few minutes.
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A friend of mine was woken up several days in a row by a guy in a Jeep who drove up to the apartment complex at 6AM with music blaring and left his car, music on, running in the parking lot for 15 minutes while he went inside.
My friend came out one morning, gently turned down the stereo, and kicked a foot-wide dent in the guy's side door.
I know, I know, Internet tough guy violence-to-property stories are done to death, but I like this one, and it's better than that ant-grasshopper story.
reminds me of something that happened to a college friend of mine. the guy in the dorm room next to his was always playing this super loud rap music and it was driving him crazy. so one day he went out in the hall and saw the guy's door open. he peeked his head in and didnt see anyone in there so he quickly went in and turned the stereo down. turns out the guy was in the bathroom and came out just as my friend was leaving and punched him in the back of the head and almost knocked him out.
this is why i just put ear plugs in and try to ignore it. i don't want to get murdered by some loud music playing psychopath
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My foul-mouthed neighbor who has "PSYCHOTIC" and "187" tattooed across his belly. Yikes.
(http://a23.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/99/l_56a9b8491a90d4afd2358328cc57419e.jpg)
...that belly has seen better days.
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My foul-mouthed neighbor who has "PSYCHOTIC" and "187" tattooed across his belly. Yikes.
(http://a23.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/99/l_56a9b8491a90d4afd2358328cc57419e.jpg)
...that belly has seen better days.
It used to just say 'Psycho'.
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My foul-mouthed neighbor who has "PSYCHOTIC" and "187" tattooed across his belly. Yikes.
(http://a23.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/99/l_56a9b8491a90d4afd2358328cc57419e.jpg)
...that belly has seen better days.
It used to just say 'Psycho'.
Ditto and ditto. I dread the day that it ends up saying "ON AN UNDERCOVER NEIGHBOR"