I count on you to have the guts to hang out the window and tell the ugly laugh girl club to "SHUT THE F*CK UP THERE ARE SLEEPING PEOPLE WITH JOBS GAWD PLEASE." That one night, it only took you two outbursts and they crawled back under their rocks. They're at it again. Congregated outside our windows. And I sure don't want to have to yell at them. That's awkward. You do it.
It is clear that the girls with the 5 ugliest laughs on earth have found each other. (uglylaughingfreaks.com) And decided to form a guild. Which is fine when guild meeting is not 11 p.m. on a weeknight. Since when is laughter an ugly sound?
Answer: Ever since someone made it sound like they're gurgling raw eggs, shreiking, and delivering the spawn of a donkey-hyena mating experiment all at once. Why is this happening to me? Why won't these dumb slags Shut The F*ck Up? Oh, that's right. Because you won't Speak The F*ck Up. Say mean things to them! Now! Where are you???
Meanwhile, my cubicle is sitting all smug and arrogant across town, awaiting my groggy return in the morning, knowing it will have me all day tomorrow and I will be stuck there having not slept at all. It hears the laughter.
Meanwhile, my cubicle is sitting all smug and arrogant across town, awaiting my groggy return in the morning, knowing it will have me all day tomorrow and I will be stuck there having not slept at all. It hears the laughter.
It's all fun and games till I come hyena-donkey punch them in their stupid laughing faces. But I shouldn't have to. I'd prefer if you would. Thanks.
Love,
Some Girl Downstairs You've Never Met
P.S. Yes this was partially my facebook status tonight. The blog just reinforces the righteous rage.
1 comment:
So, did he yell? Or did you have to do the yelling?
Were I living in your complex, I would do the yelling for you.
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