Dog poop.
There is this little patch of grass between my house and my Nonna’s house.
Yes we’re neighbours.
At the very corner, where the grass meets the sidewalk, there is literally always dog poop there!
Fuck people, clean up after your dogs please. There is going to come a day, where I’m not going to realize there is poop there, and I’m going to step in it, and knowing my luck there will be a young child there, and I’ll start yelling and screaming obscenities and then I’ll make said child cry, and then their parents will yell at me, and I’ll be super pissed.
Also, last night. A bunch of us were listening to music, and playing wii bowling, and someone calls us at like 1230, saying “people are trying to sleep, shut the fuck up” and then hung up?
If you’re want us to be quite, tell us who you are and ask nicely, and we will gladly turn down our music. Being a prick gets you nowhere.
