Sunday, May 21

My Neighbors Are Trash


It is 10.15am on a Sunday morning and the two whores girls who live behind me are up on their roofdeck with some beerpigs guys listening to embarassing music and drinking beers. Classy kids I tell you. The guys are referring to their buddies with names like "Dragon", "Cutter", and "Hobie". (As in "Dragon finished off the 12-pack, so wtf are we going to do now?")

The next time you are sitting around with friends shooting the breeze, think for a moment, "What would people think if this conversation were being overheard?"

In other words, if you have to be an alcoholic idiot, you may want to do so in the privacy of your bedroom and not in a place where the entirety of your neighborhood serves as a witness.

2 comments:

drM said...

considering that you were with me during our trashiest evening *ever*, an evening that certainly out does drunken-lush-beer-talk, I'm going to ask you to stop throwing stones at our fabulous glass rooftop loft.

And you know what evening I mean.
kiss.

ctrl-freak said...

Touché. Point taken.

However, on the night you're referring to, I don't think we could have been perceived as moronic or idiotic.. More of an intelligent, calculated trashiness.

But you are right. It's nice to be nice.

So hos nextdoor, I apologize. And I'm sorry Dragon drank all the beer.