Thursday, March 22, 2012

This calls for a poem...

OH. Mmmm. Geeeeee.
Universe hear my plea
Stick their feet to the floor
So they'll stomp no more
And in peace once again I'll be

Oh the joy of having neighbors who have absolutely NO consideration for those who live above, below and beside them.

Get control of your brat, keep your cigarette and marijuana smoke to yourself, and God in Heaven PLEASE get some good taste in music.

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