Sunday, June 18, 2006

And don't even get me started about the screamy birds ...

If my new upstairs neighbor wrote a book called "How to Set Up Your New Apartment," it would consist entirely of the following:

Loudly throw all your shit onto the goddamn floor, over and over, for three fucking days.

2 comments:

Feral Mom said...

Ahh, apartment living. Just be grateful he (she?) isn't attempting to fuck the plumbing.

Stronger Than Dirt Pete Moss said...

I think she's fucking a cockatoo.