Posted by kara lynne on September 9, 2003, at 14:04:58
In reply to Re: Dude, where's my car? » Penny, posted by Ted on September 9, 2003, at 10:23:42
Ok, this is all like, not cool anymore.
Last night, until 3am, the Trailor Park soundtrack bellowed through my walls. On the other side of their living room is my bedroom--the wall acts as more of a huge speaker than insulation (what kind of wood were they using?!):
"My girlfriend's mom's a %$ing crack addict. Her mom's a total slut, she's all like been with different men every day and then she does crack and goes to work..." Pause. Goes outside to smoke so it can waft in to the other side of my house...comes back in, hacking, and undoubtly partaking himself of crack or crank or...Coors. The sentences recycle ad infinitum, but now we have at least expanded our vocabulary to include 'slut' ,'whore' and 'crack' .
I yelled politely, "Could you please keep it down?" Ok, I didn't have the nerve to go over there. I'm too scared, I admit it. They didn't seem to hear me. Another hour passed. I banged on the wall. They seemed to move some furniture around and the voices changed position. I put on earplugs. They helped considerably, but I could still hear the steady droning as I fell into my disturbed slumber.
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