All the parking spaces near here were taken up by the usual hoards of visitors to them over the road last night. I ended up parking outside the house of bling with the intention of moving my car, should a space nearer here come available.
One didn't, and it wasn't as if the wind chime obsessed bint couldn't park relatively near to her property when she got back from wherever she'd been, so I started doing bedtime things at 10.30.
At 10.45pm, there was a knock at the door, trump answered.
"Hello, is that your car [reciting some numbers from my registration]? It's just that it's parked outside my house. Can you get him to move it?"
"She. She only parked there because people have parked outside our house. And she's in bed. But there's nowhere else to park, look", Trump indicated at the full road outside the house.
"Well, OK, but don't let it happen again."
Stupid fucking cunt. Did she really think that I'd parked there for the sake of it? Did she really expect me, or anyone else, to move a car at 11pm? Was it really such a hardship for her to park behind my car?
I hate people round here; they're all total fucking retards with either no pride in their homes, or so much that they think we all want to appreciate their awful taste in wind chimes and other ridiculous house jewellery.
This is only a fraction of the shite that she hangs from her house, but you get the picture.
When we finally get out of here, those wind chimes are coming down.
And then I'll burn her house down.
Lesbosians
I see that people from Lesbos are objecting to the word Lesbian being used to describe gay women rather than people emanating from there. They first want its "gay" use to banned in Greece, and then they'll take on the rest of the world.
Why don't they just use their common sense and refer to themselves as "Lesbosians", or even "Fucktards"?
8 comments:
Ewww.... look at the muck on her door!
Scruffy cunt!
Yay! first!
Oh you cunt! How the fuck did you get here before me?
Anyway...
I hate neighbours too. Whether next door, or across the street.
Wind chimes. The less said about those annoying fucking things, the better.
Lesbos/Lesbosnians... The fucking annoying cunts.
You know where they live - please come round and sort them out for us....PLEASE???
Ooh! You could lower those hanging baskets surrepticiously so she bangs her stupid head on them when she leaves the house.
They'd have to be lowered by some way; she's a fucking hobbit. And a cunt.
You could almost be describing the entire population of Manchester there!
Our street contains a true cross section of life in Manchester, it's true.
I'm in agreement about the hanging baskets. But only if I could get 6 inches near the house without them hearing. I'm cutting those fucking chimes down when we go though. Either that or I'll spray a square where her car goes and write "reserved for hobbits" in it.
Cunts indeed.
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