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Friday, June 29, 2007
Is it terrible
that I seriously wish the band that practices next door every Friday night would spontaneously combust and take out the house and everyone inside it at once?
I will try and send that telepathically to them or at least tell them to shut the hell up.
ReplyDeleteDon't you just hate crappy neighbors? My secret dream is to wake up one morning and find a "For Sale" sign in my neighbor's yard.
ReplyDeleteSo they are no good huh? That's too bad . . . about no spontaneous combustion and all.
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