OT: Neighboors Should Be Shot!

Slynky · #1 September 14th, 2003, 09:15 PM

Being what I consider to be a considerate human being, the actions described below are so alien to me that I can't begin to understand what goes through their minds. I'm a bit older now and less likely to "look the other way". Unfortunately, I've gotten to the point where my only comment about people like that is that I hope they die soon. (sorry to admit it...I'm just of the opinion they'll not be missed much by society).

Jake Monroe · #2 September 14th, 2003, 11:41 PM

Those stories Sound pretty bad. I'm glad I haven't had anything like that happen to me. I hate it when people are so inconsiderate of others.

Hugh Manatee · #3 September 15th, 2003, 06:55 AM

hehehehehe

I got a few stories of my own, I'll see how many I can recall......

narf poit chez BOOM · #4 September 15th, 2003, 09:22 AM

well, i'm living with my family and being an insomniac in a house with some creaky floors and the only sound sleeper in the family, it's me who tends to get yellled at. i try to remember, but i do forget and i weigh over 200 pounds.

dogscoff · #5 September 15th, 2003, 10:19 AM

A couple I know (not my neighbours

) used to be disturbed at all hours by extremely vocal and descriptive sex from next door.

I suggested they get a porn dvd, push the speakers up to the wall on max volume, put it on repeat and then go on holiday for a fortnight. They moved house instead... how boring.

Atrocities · #6 September 15th, 2003, 12:29 PM

I just spread a rumor that I am an homocidal (sp) ex-con with a degree in phscology (sp) who used to work for the CIA with an expert marksmanship trophie from a eight year stint in the Marine Corp. Believe me NO ONE bothers me.

They even feed my cats for me.

Although that does kinda bother me

Damn cats are traiters!

[ September 15, 2003, 11:30: Message edited by: Atrocities ]

Loser · #7 September 16th, 2003, 01:29 AM

I've had roommates ever since my parents threw me out (I still thank them for that), and until recently that meant I lived in a Party House. The kids, yeah kids, called it the Hacker House, much to my annoyance.

Anyway, I never brought the party, but I eventually got the idea that I couldn't fight it and started taking advantage of it. Thirty to Forty young people under the influence of various substances (no, bad things weren't allowed in the house, but the kids regularly came over with it in their system) can mean an interesting time: "Oh hi, you must be Susan, Roger was telling me about you. Oh, you're Jessica? I don't believe we've met. My name is...". Yeah it could work out well at times.

Anyway, I just got used to late nights and made the best of it.

I did have to throw some people out, as I ended up in charge of the place after the first couple years, but I just chalk that up to Learning Experience. You don't Find Good Roommates, you know, you Find Roommates and Throw Out Bad Roommates.

As far as neighbors go, though, we were the bad ones. I've got some crazy stories, but wouldn't be able to tell most of them. I could still get in trouble.