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Originally Posted by mick
do you have nice neighbours like this ?  |
Lettie has just about managed to wash her hands of a bunch of Scrotes, (collective noun for scrotes, anyone?), from next door. They have split up and gone their separate ways.
Whenever there was a party, (most saturday nights), only a chronic epileptic could keep up with the beat; bass & drums was pure chill-out by comparison. These parties would very often go on until 4 in the morning, then the money for the lecky meter appeared run out.
One Sunday last summer, we had arrive home at about 6pm to hear their stereo blaring out, but as we found out later, no one home. Events took a turn for the worse when the CD decided it liked the few bars of music so much that it would stick. I was hammering at the front door but getting no response. Whilst in the midst of throwing a wobbly, and loosening their front door with my boot, the young lad wandered back from the pub, after being warned on his moby by another neighbour that if he didn't return, pronto, that the wood wouldn't be in the hole much longer.
Everytime we complained, they were very contrite and apologetic, but it was only a matter of time...
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