Ah fuck.... I'm feeling very... You know?

[small_world]

I was out last night.
I've just gotten out of bed now, although I'd booked 3 tickets for me and friends to go to the dogs. But just too hungover/
I was sick a few times and it was luminous.
Last night I spent £40 on proving to my friends that the Martin-Gale system wouldn't work. It kept working. I was about £50 up, then it didn't work.
They still think it's a good system.
I've just ate 3 packets of niknaks. Pickled onion, all of the other nice packets have gone.
I'm going to see if there is a 4th packet. I hope to fucking that there is.
There was, beautiful. And some salted nuts.
Why was my sick luminous?
I don't know what to do.
My girlfriend has left me for the night to go to her friend's.
I'm feeling a bit alone, but happy.
Very weird though.
I want to do something, but I don't know what. As soon as something seems a good idea, I lose interest.
Hmm.
I want Charlie Sheen to do something. I've just read the last few posts on the Charlie Sheen thread actually. While I agree it's bit shit watching him, it is fun. Kind of, guilty fun. gun.
I'm just sitting here. I might try to write a comedy song tonight.
I don't know what about though.
When I stood up I felt dizzy a bit.
I like it here. I opened the CaB window thing, and the General Bullshit thread, like the last updated. Was Frog Porn. I'm looking forward to reading that.
What's with those fishes?
The ones you put your feet in to bite off the old dead skin, that's such a shit fad. I could be a millionaire off a shit fad like that. It doesn't actually do anything. It may if you went like once every 3 days, but no one's going to do that are they. So all it is is is people paying someone some money to take a photo to say they've done something. It's bizarre.
I think I've ate too much salt.
I've got a dub step CD on. Very loud.
I've got an old woman who lives next door to me.
It's only on 16. But the bass is very loud. It's moving things.
I think it's done something in my ear.
I've put the nuts into the 4 empty crisp packets. I now have 4 packets of nuts. Take that Martin Gale you cunt.
I'm sick of the nuts now.
I really fancy some cakes. Like a batten-burg.
Should I hit post now?

[Zero Gravitas]

I told you not to wear two belts.

[small_world]

Ah yeah.
I actually didn't no two belts matched. And the lower, what did we decide to call them... The lower loop thing, the holes, it didn't have a hole at the back. So I think that one's a dummy.

[Doomy Dwyer]

I've just ate 3 packets of niknaks. Pickled onion, all of the other nice packets have gone.

What kind of a man keeps Niknacks in the house?

Pervert.

You make me ill, and I mean spiritually ill, S_W.

You big bloody pickled onion double belted div.

[Icehaven]

TURN YOUR FUCKING MUSIC DOWN YOU FUCKER.
from The Old Woman Who Lives Next Door To You.

No seriously, turn it down, having noisy neighbours is fucking awful and she might be too scared to ask you to turn it down.

[Danger Man]

No seriously, turn it down, having noisy neighbours is fucking awful and she might be too scared to ask you to turn it down.

Fingers crossed she phones the police in a couple of days time and they come round and find him dead in his bed.
(Yes, I hate noisy neighbours as well)
Should I hit post now?

[Zero Gravitas]

And this is the man that won't let his girlfriend cook an egg or stay up late.

[Danger Man]

Time to use that spare belt....

[Depressed Beyond Tables]

Ah don't go taking heroin now.

[small_world]

No, the old lady was out. Which I knew. She's lovely.

She has mentioned that she likes the noise of us, she says it lets her know someone's in. I've got a piano that is up against the wall between our houses. And she likes to hear that as her husband used to play the organ. But he died.

We're normally fairly quiet though, I think. Nothing loud, late on anyway. I don't think random loud noise is bad, some music for an hour, drilling or whatever. It's constant noise that's a bit shit.

Our other neighbours have this little fat kid, who really needs to play out. He thumps around on their wood floors constantly. That's interspersed by the big fat mam shouting at them, and the granddad who never goes in to the house, just stands outside their door, and therefore ours, and shouts instead of talking. Oh, and never parks his car up, always just gets out and leaves it in the middle of the street blocking the road for everyone. Cunt.

[2 Light Ales Please]

If we're talking about shit/noisy neighbours, I live next door to a family of bastards.

When we first moved in, they had a habit of staring at us through their living room window and leaving their dustbins outside our front door.  Eventually that stopped, but since then we've been subjected to crap neighbour behaviour every day, mainly from the noisiest little swine in the north west.

Their fat little shits constantly kick footballs against the side of my house and kitchen window and when the ball ends up in our garden, the little sods demand it back (manners cost nothing y'know[nb]God, I feel old.[/nb]. Their other fat little shits ride their bikes in circles outside my front window. They make inexplicable noise when opening the gate - I don't know how, it's never noisy for me. They also have another house across the road that the parents bugger off to - presumably to avoid the little swine they have spawned.

Cunts.

[small_world]

Yeah, mine, their door squeaks. It just needs oiling, but it's fucking irritating. The little fat kid swings on it for around an hour each day.

[Smeraldina Rima]

I find the ch'i of my house goes for a burton when I hear my fat neighbours crying.