Drunk neighbors can be highly entertaining. This weekend my neighbors decided to have to have a bachlorette party at their apartment. By the time I got home from work, they had been drinking for about three hours and had started a game of T & D.
Over the course of the next hour I had:
one girl come to my door to ask for a cup of sugar, naked (oh yeah), fortunately I had some.
two girls come to my door and make out in front of me (clothed, but just as cool).
one girl model a bikini that I think was made out of toilet paper, with full description and music.
A boob pressing on my door in green paint, that one I didn't see except after it was done.
And one serenade from a topless girl (great voice and nice eyes).
Too bad I had to leave for a party. It was starting to get interesting. When I got home, there were two girls cuddled together passed out on the landing below our doors. The neighbors door was open and the music was still going louder than hell. I heard a quarters game going but had no desire to crash the party. I must be getting old.
Over the course of the next hour I had:
one girl come to my door to ask for a cup of sugar, naked (oh yeah), fortunately I had some.
two girls come to my door and make out in front of me (clothed, but just as cool).
one girl model a bikini that I think was made out of toilet paper, with full description and music.
A boob pressing on my door in green paint, that one I didn't see except after it was done.
And one serenade from a topless girl (great voice and nice eyes).
Too bad I had to leave for a party. It was starting to get interesting. When I got home, there were two girls cuddled together passed out on the landing below our doors. The neighbors door was open and the music was still going louder than hell. I heard a quarters game going but had no desire to crash the party. I must be getting old.