February 2012
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Dear Kids,
I live 3 floors above you, THREE FREAKING FLOORS - why am I hearing your terrible, terrible music over my movie. There are gun shots and explosions but I all I can hear is your douchy music. I await 6 am when you are hung over as shit - I will do you the favour you are currently doing me - free concert, music of my choice this time - that may or may not be pots and pans….
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