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Originally posted by Goatse
When I was a kid, we had a bunch of bozos next door who would party all night outside their house. They were three 20-25 year old brothers, drop-outs who would have been homeless trash had it not been for their parents. They would drink beer, blast loud music, and do motorcycle races in the street. We called the cops often, but the pussies never gave them a ticket or anything. Their old man eventually died of cancer and they had to sell the house. I remember laughing in their faces as they were moving. If I had to do it again, I would just shoot the fuckers.
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you laughed in someones face after their parent died of cancer because they were too loud at night? what a nice neighbor you are.