5:30 in the goddamn morning, and that stupid bitch across the street has her car stereo cranked up and the doors open while she is still in the house getting ready for work. Like you have to warm up the sound system or something… uh huh.
I’d had enough, so I snatch up the baseball bat and stomp across in my pajamas, ready to kill.
“Look!” I scream into the house through the screen door. “I can hear your shit all the way over there. Turn it down NOW!”
She scampers outside, turns it down, and retreats back into her house, saying not word one.
“Who knew I could be so scary?” I said to my husband as I crawled back into bed. “She didn’t say a thing.”
“Hon” he points out. “Your top is totally unbuttoned.”
Free show and no bloodshed… bitch got off easy this time.
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