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March 30, 2005
"I'm not scared of you!"
What a smart, smart thing to say to the fuzz.
The cops came to see my neighbors about three seconds ago.
Which is great, I hate my neighbors.
Their music sucks.
Be evicted, plz.
UPDATE: My thin walls have explained what's going on.
White Dude and Black Dude live together, blaring shitty R+B and banging on the wall whenever we try to play Marvel vs. Capcom 2.
BD called the cops, because WD hit him. OMG ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP.
WD was looking through BD's email, and found a suspicious-looking message that apparently read a lot like BD setting up a romantic rendezvous. Which was especially shitty, on account it's WD's birthday.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY.
Anyway, there was a confrontation, BD was smacked. BD immediately brings in 5-0, then is very shy and reluctant to admit doing so. BD explains away the email as a meeting with a client, as he is a dietician. They quieted down from there.
The end.
Matt tried to record a little audio for your enjoyment, but they stopped screaming before he could get his camera ready. Sorry.
DOUBLE UPDATE: AHAHAHA THEY JUST WENT DOWN TO THE STATION. Good. Fuck off, th' botha yas. Guess who's playing MvC2 and listening to Andrew W. K. until 4:00 AM tonight.
Schadenfreude: smoooooooth goin' down.
Posted by Spike at March 30, 2005 08:48 PM
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