It's not a frequent thing. It just feels like the world is conspiring to make me unwell.
A couple of weeks ago it was a house party with some cunt doing kareoke in his garden so loud we couldn't sleep three streets away.
Police wouldn't do anything.
Went for a walk and found what house it was though. One night when I'm not being allowed to sleep for another reason I'll shit through their letterbox.
( baldmonkey a frothy foul-smelling vaginal discharge, Wed 15 Jun 2011, 9:28, archived)

Fuck that, call 999, say his house is on fire, or call his house when he's out and tell his missus or children that he's dead.
lol
(bogus official shove it up your cunt, Wed 15 Jun 2011, 9:33, archived)

In the real world, I'll probably just ring his doorbell at 4am and run away.
And I run like a girl.
( baldmonkey a frothy foul-smelling vaginal discharge, Wed 15 Jun 2011, 9:34, archived)

rope between the door handle of his house
and the house opposite, persuade one of the kids to help and ring both bells at the same time. classic
( Windy Pig I'm naturally quite suspicious about the moon., Wed 15 Jun 2011, 9:37, archived)

I vote for this

(bogus official shove it up your cunt, Wed 15 Jun 2011, 9:38, archived)

*prances*
I'm not going to be at all waki today.
Or start any new threads.
And that's a promise.
( baldmonkey a frothy foul-smelling vaginal discharge, Wed 15 Jun 2011, 9:39, archived)

Hmm
I don't like the sound of this
( Two Hats 🎩🎩, Wed 15 Jun 2011, 9:44, archived)

I'm trying to calm the fuck down.
I read some of my posts last night and I am a prick.
( baldmonkey a frothy foul-smelling vaginal discharge, Wed 15 Jun 2011, 10:01, archived)

nonsense
wanna chat?
( Two Hats 🎩🎩, Wed 15 Jun 2011, 10:09, archived)

fine

( Two Hats 🎩🎩, Wed 15 Jun 2011, 10:25, archived)