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Chickenlady winces, "I told a Hugh Grant/Divine Brown joke to my dad, pretending that Ms Brown was chewing gum so she'd be more American. Instead I just appeared to be still giving the blow-job. Even as I'm writing this I'm cringing inside."

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(, Thu 27 Nov 2008, 18:58)
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The BINT, & her loud music
Some years ago, we lived in a flat, being the top half of a converted Victorian house.

When we moved in there was a delightful old lady living below whom we enjoyed as a neighbour because she was for the first part a wonderful human being, and for the second part because she was quiet, and we valued quietness. It’s just nice, not to be disturbed, and we disturb no-one.

Sadly, the old lady died.

Then the BINT moved in.

Her name was (& probably still is), Jill, & she’s a BINT.

She had a habit of playing loud music late at night, & she particularly favoured a Jimmy Hendrix track with an ascending base line that just ripped right through us, and was slowly driving me crazy, though I didn’t realise at the time.

We had several confrontations but the stupid tart never really saw eye-to-eye with us. She thought it was AOK to play her music at Midnight because we got up to go to work at 6am, and our small noises disturbed her. She was the fucking disturbed one!

Occasionally she’d get it on during the day, too.

Anyway, one Sunday afternoon, all is well, and then the music starts.

I had had a small argument with my wonderful wife and we were sat in separate rooms for the duration of the cool-down when Bob’s bass riff started up. I took it for a while, and then, no doubt because Mrs RichardInSydney & I were in a tense situation, I just lost control. You have to understand, this business with the music had been going on for a while. Anyway, the red mist came down & I stalked to the rear of the flat and threw open the sash window, and looked down upon the BINT and her chav mate sat in the garden , music BLARING.

“TURN THE FUCKING MUSIC OFF, TURN IT OFF, FUCKING TURN IT OFF NOW” I screamed, and slammed the window. So hard did I slam it, it shattered and rained shards of glass down on the BINT & her chav mate in their Argos recliners.

I turned around to see Mrs RichardInSydney stood in the bedroom doorway, completely horror-stricken, and she said…

…”it’s not them”

At a property over the way they were having a party, and they had a live band.

Oops
(, Mon 1 Dec 2008, 9:53, Reply)

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