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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Screaming into the nightI live in a shared house in a lovely tree-lined street full of families and old dears. One of our housemates used to invite about a dozen friends over, who would proceed to crowd into our tiny front room and drink case after case of Polish beer, create a fug of pot smoke and then break out the coke. I've seen blood all over my kitchen floor and in an unrelated incident, had to defend myself with a Swiss Army knife (am female and evil.) My patience dried up however when I was woken up at 6 am to find three Easten Europeans in my back garden literally having a screaming contest. The icing on the cake? My actual housemate was invariably in bed by 1 or so, leaving my house full of high, drunk strangers. He just moved out! Any rumours of me jacking him up by the neck and promising him I'd call the police the next time he had more than two guests at a time may be slightly true. (he was only little.)
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