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Dear people in the apartment next door singing about diarrhea at 2-something AM,

Shut up shut up shut up!

May you choke on your own beers and slip into a state of quietly blithering semi-consciousness where the only noise your alcohol-damaged brain is capable of urging your vocal cords to produce is a weakened little whimper of destitute abstraction.

Think of your mothers, dickwads. Think of your mothers.

-Rashaka

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I feel your pain. The neighbors below me have parties every other weekend (on Thursday night) and can often wake us up at 2am with their infernal bass and chatter. And I'm fairly certain one of them knocked my right mirror off my car.

Stupid drunken neighbors.