Thursday, August 11, 2011

Neighbors

Hate them. Hatehatehatehatehate them. I can hear their stupid party from inside my house with all the windows closed. And the whole yard between us. It's not a tiny yard.

But GRRRR. Hatehatehate them. Dear neighbors, please shut up, I hate you and your stupid dog.

Oh, yeah, that's the other thing: they leave their dog out all night, "because he needs to do his business."
a) Not for 12 hours.
b) Uh, we could call animal control. And then they would euthanize him. Possibly. Which, frankly, would be better for us and the dog, because it's theoretically grounds for animal abuse. *smirks*


I HATE YOU SO MUCH.


Seriously, at 4 in the morning, their stupid dog is barking its stupid face off. Pardonnez-moi ma langue, but shut the hell up.


Or I will call animal control some day. *tears hair out*

And this is the second time they've had a party. I don't care if you have a party. I DO care if I can hear it inside with all doors and windows closed. Can I call the police on you for grounds of disturbing the peace?

I'll get you my pretty--and your little dog, too.

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There's my new emoticon--the angry alien.
Or maybe this one. Whatever goes.

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