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[turps]

To the butchers who work in the shop opposite my house. Next time you decide to set off rockets and air bombs from the back yard of your shop before 7 in the morning I'm going to come and stick them up your arse.

It's not funny to be woken up thinking your house is being bombed, and if you do it again I can and will report your inconsiderate asses to the police.

Bastards! Some people don't have a fucking brain in their head.

The only saving grace to this was I could IM Jenny for an early morning chat which is always good.

Comments

[kifty.livejournal.com]

Oh! I am sorry to say that I laughed as I read this... but the reason for that was the mental image of you reaming them with their rockets. I hope the rest of your day goes much better!

*hugs*

[lazydwarf.livejournal.com]

That is unbelievable uncalled for. What was it? Some sort of butcher holiday or something?

Glad to hear your day is going better and I hope your sleep is not interrupted like this every again.

[xoverau.livejournal.com]

Arrrgghhh, don't you hate that? You can never get back to sleep when you're awakened by something frightening, either.

[ninjetti75.livejournal.com]

Hmmmm.....

I think some shiny mutants need to show those morons what _REAL_ exlposions look/sound like (using their other powers to spare the neighbors, of course) or perhaps a nice sparkly boyband could quietly set up stage behind their shop, then shatter all their glass with about 1000 decibles of sdb musical goodness....