The hell upstairs
I love living in a duplex. I love the giant lesbians we have living above us. They are my favorite!
A while back, got in a fight with gal #1 over not cleaning up her dog's shit from our yard. Oh, and they were not allowed dogs. It all escalated with her yelling obscenities at me and proving herself to fit into many different stereotypes of many different types of losers/dickwads/all-around asses.
Anyway, there is a ton of attitude up there. Mainly by the one girl. I feel bad for her partner and my friend up there. How they live with her is beyond me. She yells and berates them. And, they are very large women, easily 3oo pounds each (taking an upstairs unit was not a smart move) and they stomp like you would not believe. Immediately after the altercation, husband had a talk with them and they were on their best behavior. You could hear them walk, but they did not stomp. Now they stomp. Well, one of them does.
So yesterday, hubby and I got home from the store. We were in the driveway unloading the groceries when they pull up behind us. Normally, we move out of the way but today we only had a few bags left to get out. Hubby waved to them and we finished quickly. Not even a full minute. Just long enough to move three bags and a watermelon about 15 feet.
Apparently not quick enough for fat ass whore face. Once hubby got in the door, we heard all this yelling outside. "Fucking this, fucking that. Can't get into my fucking house when I want. Fuckers. Fuck. Fuck."
You know, we have yet to approach them when they drive 30mph down the driveway. Or to ask them not to smoke (many things, btw) because the smoke enters in our bedroom and laundry room. Or to be a little quieter when they have sex and masturbate. And let me tell you, I have never heard someone carry on so much with a vibrator. Moaning. Loud. I have also never heard such a loud vibrator, either. I have had tons of them and....well, nevermind. Did I yell at them this weekend when I was trying to sleep but had to listen to their television? Did I complain that they watched The First Wives's Club twice????
Anyway, hubby and I are going out with the Realtor this evening to look at houses. Hopefull something will pan out in the next couple of months.
I would hate to have this baby at this house.
PS to Veronica: I promise only happy thoughts now. I had to get it off my chest. But I am well now.
A while back, got in a fight with gal #1 over not cleaning up her dog's shit from our yard. Oh, and they were not allowed dogs. It all escalated with her yelling obscenities at me and proving herself to fit into many different stereotypes of many different types of losers/dickwads/all-around asses.
Anyway, there is a ton of attitude up there. Mainly by the one girl. I feel bad for her partner and my friend up there. How they live with her is beyond me. She yells and berates them. And, they are very large women, easily 3oo pounds each (taking an upstairs unit was not a smart move) and they stomp like you would not believe. Immediately after the altercation, husband had a talk with them and they were on their best behavior. You could hear them walk, but they did not stomp. Now they stomp. Well, one of them does.
So yesterday, hubby and I got home from the store. We were in the driveway unloading the groceries when they pull up behind us. Normally, we move out of the way but today we only had a few bags left to get out. Hubby waved to them and we finished quickly. Not even a full minute. Just long enough to move three bags and a watermelon about 15 feet.
Apparently not quick enough for fat ass whore face. Once hubby got in the door, we heard all this yelling outside. "Fucking this, fucking that. Can't get into my fucking house when I want. Fuckers. Fuck. Fuck."
You know, we have yet to approach them when they drive 30mph down the driveway. Or to ask them not to smoke (many things, btw) because the smoke enters in our bedroom and laundry room. Or to be a little quieter when they have sex and masturbate. And let me tell you, I have never heard someone carry on so much with a vibrator. Moaning. Loud. I have also never heard such a loud vibrator, either. I have had tons of them and....well, nevermind. Did I yell at them this weekend when I was trying to sleep but had to listen to their television? Did I complain that they watched The First Wives's Club twice????
Anyway, hubby and I are going out with the Realtor this evening to look at houses. Hopefull something will pan out in the next couple of months.
I would hate to have this baby at this house.
PS to Veronica: I promise only happy thoughts now. I had to get it off my chest. But I am well now.
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