The times they are a-changin’.
This post seems to be older than 16 years—a long time on the internet. It might be outdated.
The following will be a very vulgar rant.
Fuck the lady downstairs! Fuck her and her demands. Fuck her and fucking broomstick! How the fuck do you go through life? No really?!? How the fuck do people talk to you? Why the fuck do you still have a job?!? You complained about how noisy I was. I’ve tried to be accommodating! I have gone so far out my fucking way to be so goddamn fucking accommodating for you. I’ve been quiet! I’ve studying out in the living room instead of in my room! I’ve tried to identify what the fuck you keep complaining about. I’ve had the fucking creaky floors fixed! I’ve so fucking quiet! Why the fuck can you leave me the fuck alone?!?!
I’m in bed, talking on the phone in the softest voice I can. BAM FUCKING BAM FUCKING BAM. Fucking scared the shit out of me. What the fuck was that, I ask. Was I really that loud? No. Not even five fucking minutes later. BAM FUCKING BAM FUCKING BAM, again! What the fuck?!? No really! WHAT THE FUCK! I’m tired of this fucking shit. I will buy you a fucking lot of earplugs and GIVE them to you. Please, just leave me the fuck alone! No more fucking banging. Just go fuck your boyfriend Scott and his silver BMW and go to fucking bed. Please!
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK. AAAAAAAARGH!
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