NeighboursI used to live next door to a pair of elderly naturists, only finding out about their hobby when they bade me a cheerful, saggy 'Hello' while I was 25 feet up a ladder repairing the chimney. Luckily, a bush broke my fall, but the memory of a fat, naked man in an ill-fitting wig will live with me forever.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 1 Oct 2009, 12:41)
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Flying pooI used to live in a rather unpleasant towerblock, with the usual unsavoury characters. As it was 20 stories high, random stuff used to come raining down and it was wise not to walk round the perimeter. This included:
*Bottles
*A TV, video player and then the entire contents of a jilted guy's living room, accompanied by shouts of "throw your fookin self out yew stewpiiid barstarrrrd!" from his ex's dad
*Carrier bags full of shit. Actual shit. The regularity insinuated the flat had no working toilet.
*Nappies
*very well used tampons
*flaming magazines and phonebooks
That said, there were some decent people living there. It couldn't have been more than half a dozen numpties doing this.
Ooh.. also, the couple downstairs would argue loudly for hours, accompanied by random slaps and bangs. They'd then have angry, noisy sex mid argument..then smoke quietly in the post-coital afterglow for five mins or so, then..start arguing again!
(, Tue 6 Oct 2009, 23:45, 1 reply)
ah, this takes me backi would never, NEVER live in a high rise again.
NEVER.
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Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Thu 8 Oct 2009, 0:33,
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