I was worried when you fucked the fire escape, and amused with the mess you made of the walkway. The painting annoyed me, but why the hell did you cut the trees down? Now the neighbours can see right into my place, and I have a panoramic view of the stumps. I used to love living here, but now I can’t wait to move. —Where did the birds go?
This article appears in Sep 11-17, 2014.
Ah yes, the neighbours have nothing more to do than to look into your crate. Perhaps you could put up something like a curtain, this is material used as window coverings, or maybe string your big girl panties over the two-way looking glass.
It’s like he may be suffering from dementia or the like. Sucks to no longer have beautiful trees outside your window. I think your idea of moving may be a good one. Better now than later maybe running out to escape a fire he may have set himself thinking the building is nothing more than big bondfire. Get out soon.
Yours truly.
“Fucked the fire escape?” Every step? Was it painful?
Hi Molly! Yes, all the posts are mine.
Curtains.
HOW do you fuck fire escapes?
You fuck it with your weiner, Mr. Meaty. Unless you’re a woman, then you encompass it with your vagina.