Please stop shooting hoops so fucking late at night! Last time it was 2:30am, and for over an hour, but I didn’t say anything because I had just gotten home myself and I figured it would be a one time thing…beautiful summer evening and all. But on Saturday night you’re out there again! The fucking annoying noise of it woke me up at 1am. I had to be up at 6:30am Sunday to go to work (not everyone works Monday-Friday, 9am-5pm) and I was furious. I waited for a half-an-hour, then went out for a smoke. I planned on saying something, but you seemed to get the hint just by my presence outside and you stopped.

It’s bad enough I have to listen to your whiny, annoying hipster conversations, but the basketball playing is too much. We’ve never spoken and we’ve been neighbours for six years. I didn’t really want our first conversation to be about your lack of respect for your neighbours.

Third time is the charm they say, and I will be anything other than charming if I hear you playing out there again! —You’re No Michael or LeBron

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  1. I have a nice big fan in my bedroom. I don’t hear a thing. This may come in handy, OB. Especially in the summer heat, and if you would like more sleep. You get used to the fan noise real quick, and sleep like a baby.(And you don’t have to thump anyone)

  2. I couldn’t hear them if they were screaming at the top of their lungs, not over my air conditioner purring away, keeping my bedroom at a balmy 16 degrees.

  3. I have a white noise machine that helps me go to sleep.
    When my upstairs neighbours go at it, I just turn the sound of a thunderstorm up louder,sometime it helps.

  4. Roger Whitaker was my standby for when my neighbours played their rap on their ‘box’.

  5. You’re no Morley Schaefer or Laurence Olivier yourself, OB, so jerk off while wearing your earplugs if the sound of a basket ball interrupts you’re fapping.

  6. Good ol Roger Whitaker, my favourite South African outside of Charlize Theron and Nelson Mandela. Yes, he did whistle.

    Anyway, basketball at two in the morning. Absolutely unacceptable and absolutely inconsiderate. Next time, let the hipster hoopsters know that.

  7. Ugggh! I HATE basketball. I hate playing it and watching it ranks right up there on the same level of the excitement scale as watching golf, tennis and the summer humidity curl my linoleum flooring.

    “But on Saturday night you’re out there again! The fucking annoying noise of it woke me up at 1am. I had to be up at 6:30am Sunday to go to work (not everyone works Monday-Friday, 9am-5pm) and I was furious. I waited for a half-an-hour, then went out for a smoke. I planned on saying something…”

    Wow OB. Passive aggressive much? SOO FURIOUS that you decided to wait a half hour before going out and REALLY giving him the tongue lashing he deserves….er…right after you have a smoke. I guess you reeeaaaalllly showed him. That second hand smoke is a bitch. I only hope that he’s not too scared to step out of his apt now, for fear of another one of your “scathing tirades”.

  8. See? There ya go! That’s how it’s done. Now, if you can just take that anger and direct it towards the numpty playing b-ball at 2 in the morning, waking your ass up, you’ll have fixed your problem.

    You’re welcome. Glad I could help.

  9. I waited for as long as I did because I was hoping they would stop, and I was hoping to fall back asleep. I didn’t want to go out and yell at them when a rational conversation could be had during the day, when I’m not feeling so angry. Unfortunately, they seem to be away and that chance hasn’t happened yet.

  10. I have a nasty temper and love the opportunity here to lash out. But, more often than not, I keep my cool because losing it gets me nowhere.

  11. “Unfortunately, they seem to be away and that chance hasn’t happened yet.”

    unfortunately?
    so unfortunately, you’re getting much better sleep….
    unfortunately, they AREN’T there to annoy you?
    I don’t understand you…

  12. Just leave a note on their door:

    “Fuck off with the 2am basketball. Thanks!”

    Then start lighting fire crackers off when they’re trying to sleep after they finish their basketball session.

    Or send a big angry guy in his draws out to yell at them when they’re playing hoops at 2am. Worked in the case of the renegade freezer truck when I lived in assfuck, NS.

    My dad’s *awesome*

  13. Yes, unfortunately…I’d rather have the conversation shortly afterwards and not weeks later.

    Jesus people. Is it really necessary to use caps in your replies? You don’t need them to emphasize your point.

  14. considering my car was broken into,
    I’m no longer recommending moving to skeezytown.

    that’s how I’m fucking doing.

    the salt in the wound is having to completely empty my car, clean up all the glass, and tape the fucking thing up in 30 degree heat… fucking retard, idiot, douchebag.

  15. Deflate/steal their balls. Keep taking them if they get new ones. Save up enough to spell out some creepy message on their lawn. Or just call the police and file a noise complaint or whatever.

  16. “considering my car was broken into,
    I’m no longer recommending moving to skeezytown.”

    My parents’ car was STOLEN in HANTSPORT.

    Used as the get away car in a store robbery.

    It can happen everywhere, dude.

    Doesn’t make it suck any less, though. 🙁

  17. Hey Mel. You can deflate my balls any day!

    By balls I mean my testicles and by deflate I mean touch gently.

    heuheuheuheuheuheuheu

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