My upstairs neighbours suck, in general. For the past week the sound levels have been really obnoxious. Not even music, but the roar of a surround sound system being cranked to the fullest. It literally sounds like thunder in my apartment, and when they watch tv, i can almost hear the words being said.
I took a risk and went upstairs to tell them turn it down a few decibels. The last time i went up and asked them to bring down the volume to the level of a jet engine, the fat fuck female slammed the door in my face. Things went better this time, cause it was her Jack Sprat boyfriend and his dweeb friend playing VIDEO GAMES. They were quite apologetic and said they would turn things down. We'll see. Now if only i could get them to stop pacing on their squeaky bedroom floor at 4am, all would be good. And hey, they haven't done any nailing (the building kind, not the sex kind) at 2:30am anymore, since i wrote them a letter and asked them not to. But seriously, WTF is wrong with people that i have to ask them not to hammer a nail in their bedroom in the middle of the night?
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