Dear parents of the illegitimate bastard children on my street:
I realize that for the 6 or 8 kids that play road near my house, there is only 3 mothers and no fathers but could you at least try to entertain the little fuckers.
You should be able to remember what playtime is since you were in jr high only a couple of years ago.
here's a tip... playtime is not letting the kids play in the two parked cars having a car horn war. My ears are still ringing from the constant beep... beeep... BEEEEEEEP... BEEEEEEEEEEEP... BEEP.BEEP.BEEP... BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP and that was two days ago!
It went on for about 25 minutes before I went to the edge of your driveway and asked you politely to stop. I was greeted with general looks of stupidity from you and your little greasy monsters and when I got back in my house there was a symphony of car horns and your cackling laughter.
Then it was sporadic for another hour at which point I turned into a crazy lady and yelled "Shut the fuck up" out my window. Thank god we're in a rural area with no other neighbours close by.
I hope you enjoyed my return home from work last evening. Doesn't it just suck at 2am when my gosh darned car alarm just won't shut off.
I'm working a late shift all week and have a feeling that silly car alarm might just have a field day at night when I get home. Luckily for me I wear earplugs to bed so I can't hear it.
Sleep well :) —I'm hornier than you any day