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I've had it with my f'kin tweaker neighbors. They're still parking in my parking spot. So, once again, I pulled up right behind them tonight, stomped my way up the stairs, slammed my own metal screen door (they're good at doing this at 9 in the morning, when I'm trying to sleep), put Bloodhound Gang in the computer, turned it up full blast with the speakers (kinda) facing the direction that would penetrate the walls, and played the whole CD like that. They constantly wake me up in the middle of my sleep, so I'll just play their game, their way. I'll win. True, I'm lowering myself to their level, but that just means I've already learned to play their game a long time ago. I'm going to have a little fun!
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