Unregistered
June 13th, 2005, 12:08 PM
Hey you fey “Belltown guy”. I don’t give a flying fuck that you have to wake up at 4 in the morning tomorrow. It’s 7:35 on a Sunday evening and my best friends are over at my place for dinner. Go ahead and call the fucking police. I hate to break it to you, but I don’t have a fucking stereo, so the fucking bass noise that is supposedly keeping you up at 7:35 on a Sunday night is not coming from my apartment, you sad fuck. I bet it took years of support groups and thousands of dollars in Landmark classes and self-help books for you to build up the nerve to fucking knock on my door with your fucking key and ‘assert’ yourself. You complained that the “opening and closing” of my cupboards was keeping you up. Get a life fuckface. It is generally accepted that when you cook dinner for friends that you will eventually have to open a fucking cupboard, or god-forbid, a refrigerator. Then again, you probably wouldn’t know about this, since your idea of cuisine is probably the fucking Subway across the street. Keep greasing your sphincter jackass. Just know that I know who you are now, and I will be sure to say “hello” once in awhile. Hope you have a great fucking night’s sleep, assjuice.