My POS neighbors are gone, but their legacy haunts me still.

[NightTrain]

Not ten minutes ago, I heard what sounded like a pebble hitting my living room window. When I went over to see what was going on, some guy was standing outside and asked if his friend was there. Turned out, his friend was the maggot who lived upstairs from me until he and his equally horrid spouse were finally evicted some time in the last week or so. Keep in mind, as I type these words, it's 2:30 in the morning.

Those pieces of shit don't even live here anymore, but they've still managed to piss me off again! Unfuckingbelievable. :mad::nuke:

[wtmusic]

1. Like you had nothing better to do

than run upstairs and get his POS friend for him... :eyes:

[hlthe2b]

2. I had this happen for awhile... I simply would yell through the door

that I'd already called 911, since anyone at my door that I did not know after midnight was considered an intruder.... They hightailed it out of there and the word must have quickly gotten out. Never happened again.