OK, maybe this rain is serving a purpose. My neighbor likes to work on cars. He likes to rev the engines, with their shitty exhausts, at 2 a.m. VERY loudly. Right now, his ground floor is under several inches of FLOWING water. Ya know, the place where he keeps all his tools and works on said cars.
Oh, and the car he's so proud of??? Half-submerged in his yard.
Too bad he works nights, or he might have been home to salvage his stuff.
Maybe its pure evil, but I'm having a hard time feeling any sympathy for the jackass. Particulary after he's woken my kids in the middle of the night. Particularly after I've had many a pleasant weekend afternoon shattered by his nonsense. Guess this is something the realtor never told him when he moved in.
Oh yeah, happens at least once a year.
Oh, and the car he's so proud of??? Half-submerged in his yard.
Too bad he works nights, or he might have been home to salvage his stuff.
Maybe its pure evil, but I'm having a hard time feeling any sympathy for the jackass. Particulary after he's woken my kids in the middle of the night. Particularly after I've had many a pleasant weekend afternoon shattered by his nonsense. Guess this is something the realtor never told him when he moved in.
Oh yeah, happens at least once a year.
Wow, that college setup fucking SUCKS. Little stories like that make me grateful for what i have. ::laughs::