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missrottingpumpkinhead
Austin, Texas USA
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REPORTS:
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(I walk out of my apartment and run into my downstairs neighbor.)
Neighbor: "Please stop playing your drums. They can be heard throughout the entire complex and it gives me a 24/7 headache."
Me: "Maybe if you got a job you wouldn't be in the complex 24/7."
(We part ways.)
(Next Day)
Neighbor: "I hope the cops find your drumming as amusing as I did. By the way, your dog is a transy."
Me: "Since you asked so kindly the first time, I have no further intentions of playing in the complex ever again. Have fun with the cops. By the way, leave my dog out of this. Who calls a dog a transy, anyway? She barks at you because she senses your bad attitude."
(We part ways.)
(Following Day)
(Note on Neighbor's door;) "This is an official notice of lock out for $569 in unpaid rent."
Me: (drum sticks clicking) "One, two, three...!"
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