Dear Frat Boys,
I'm 90% sure I know which house is yours. I'm 100% sure your party last night went way too late. When you've got a party member at 4:30 am running around screaming "WOO-HOO, WOO-HOO" like a deranged cockatiel on Red Bull, it's time to reel that party in.
I stay up late and I understand parties are fun, but it gets annoying living around the corner from you. So. When I'm 100% sure which house is yours, and when I have access to a cowbell, the person banging on your door at 7:30 am, shaking that cowbell, while constanly screaming "WOO-HOO, WOO-HOO," will be me. Just so you get an idea of how it feels to finally be an hour or two into sleep while some asshat is screaming WOO-HOO nearby. That is all.
An Erinku (since I"m up at the crack of dawn):
There is a time
that is too early for coffee
That time
is now.
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