YAWN
[2005-12-02 - 2:09 a.m.]

The people downstairs have a teenage daughter.

She hangs out in the stair well and talks on her cell phone until, um, lemme check the time....

... 2 a.m. and she doesn't even have the sense to speak q-u-i-e-t-l-y.

Why am I suprised? Her mother is a 400 lb whale (not exaggerating) and her father's a smelly, goat loving, toenail biting butt jigger (exaggerating slightly).

If she squeals one more time I'm going out there with an electric knife, heavy duty silver tape, and rubber boots.