So my bloody neighbours are having a party . . . yet another one. Their parents are getting divorce and the mother is going through through that fun filled overindulgate phase. Lady, your kids are fucking 18 years old, kick the little shits out and tell them to get over it! Dang it! If that doesn't work, they are never to old to take over the knee and wail on them.
I give them another half an hour and then I'm chasing those fricking kids with the goddamn rake. Just call me Old Man Withers.
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