BYH
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So wifey and I just moved to a new apartment. We love it. It's the best. Bigger than the last dump, far more storage space. Huge kitchen. Washer and dryer, so now I no longer look at quarters in increments of five as I prepare for another trip to the laundromat.
Downstairs neighbors--married couple with two pre-teen kids--are nice. Really nice. Super nice. Kids call me Ray Romano. The dad is a handyman who helped me install my new washer. By help me install, I mean he installed it.
But...umm...they sing karaoke. And not in an ironic manner, either, after getting ship-faced at the bar.
I mean they sing karaoke in their living room. Like, now. And, like, for the last several nights at this time. It's their new hobby. The wife told my wife they just bought the karaoke kit and look forward to singing every day after work. Apparently, they are the last people in America to get on the karaoke bandwagon. I live upstairs from the deep_backgrounds of fads.
It's not the noise I mind. It's 8 pm, who cares what kind of noise you make. I'm sure they hear me watching BYH Clashic or horror movies like "Wolf Creek" at 5 am.
It's, how should I put this, that the guy sings like two cats grudgeforking. He just murdered the Elvis clashics "Can't Help Falling In Love" and "Stuck On You." Yesterday, he slaughtered "With Or Without You." And earlier today, someone--God I hope it was his wife--was singing the Divinyls' ode to self-pleasure "I Touch Myself."
So every night, as we eat dinner, my wife and I pause to hear what song they are trying to sing. Good times.
I just had to share this. I can't believe my neighbors are karaoking.
Downstairs neighbors--married couple with two pre-teen kids--are nice. Really nice. Super nice. Kids call me Ray Romano. The dad is a handyman who helped me install my new washer. By help me install, I mean he installed it.
But...umm...they sing karaoke. And not in an ironic manner, either, after getting ship-faced at the bar.
I mean they sing karaoke in their living room. Like, now. And, like, for the last several nights at this time. It's their new hobby. The wife told my wife they just bought the karaoke kit and look forward to singing every day after work. Apparently, they are the last people in America to get on the karaoke bandwagon. I live upstairs from the deep_backgrounds of fads.
It's not the noise I mind. It's 8 pm, who cares what kind of noise you make. I'm sure they hear me watching BYH Clashic or horror movies like "Wolf Creek" at 5 am.
It's, how should I put this, that the guy sings like two cats grudgeforking. He just murdered the Elvis clashics "Can't Help Falling In Love" and "Stuck On You." Yesterday, he slaughtered "With Or Without You." And earlier today, someone--God I hope it was his wife--was singing the Divinyls' ode to self-pleasure "I Touch Myself."
So every night, as we eat dinner, my wife and I pause to hear what song they are trying to sing. Good times.
I just had to share this. I can't believe my neighbors are karaoking.