It is 2:45. I have a 9:00 am class. I am going to bed.
Unfortunately, the undergraduates who live next door are not. They are standing outside, next to my bedroom window, smoking and talking.
Unfortunately, the undergraduates who live next door are not. They are standing outside, next to my bedroom window, smoking and talking.
4 Comments:
Do you know anyone with a Dawn-like voice who enjoys 7am choir practice?
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Vanessa, at 8:22 AM
As Nemo once said, arson is always the answer.
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Patrick, at 2:09 PM
I had a friend visiting me back in my NY college days who couldn't stand the chit-chat of the across-the-hall neighbor boys smoking on the back stoop, which was right by my combination bedroom/living room/ rumpus room / servants quarters. She gave me the best solution. The next time they woke me up, I went out on the back porch in my boxers and said "Gee. I sure am drunk. I hope I don't do anything I won't remember in the morning. Hey, have you been working out?" I even threw in an "It sure is dark and isolated back here...where no one can see..." and they never smoked out back again.
Sure I felt like the pervert on The Family Guy, but I slept well the rest of the school year.
By
Aidan, at 3:24 PM
or i'd combine the two. burst out in my boxers with, "THE HILLS ARE ALIVE...!"
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Mr. G. Z. T., at 10:49 PM
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