CO-OP man
oh jesus- this is like therapy... I moved into my quiet street about 4 years gao now. mte my neighbour (share a little balcony with him) and he shook my hand wandreed into MY house sat down and told me all about his drug-dealing habits (only on a thursday i sell the weed, its run like a CO-operative-wtf?) well that was a lie. Que 24/7 of bob marley and dr hook. a stabbing on my doorstep, explaining what the funny smell coming through the walls was, when my local frindly dealer dried out the gear in his cooker,Police accidentally doing a drugs bust on my flat by accident and catching me mid-shit on the toilet and the 2 rabid dogs the neighbour owned that would often deposit dead cats on my door step and rape my mums leg when she came to visit- you dont say NO to a pittbull. Then of course came the night of crashing and banging on my door with neighbour screaming for help. I answered, he says "can i borrow some tippex" i lend him some then crawl off to bed as it is 4 in the morning. 2 hours later banging and yelling again. what does he want now...."sorry doll, i meant to borrow a tin opener"
glad the bellend had to move after some lovely italian mates decided to inform him that his bob marley was no longer needed in the street (now have an old lady staying next door who pisses on the steps regularaly and throws rocks at squirrels- i like her!
(wilma_wonka, Tue 30 Aug 2005, 11:42, Reply)