Dear Mr.Sir downstairs,
We haven't met but I am your upstairs neighbor. When your hear those big clunks on your ceiling, don't worry, that is probably just me dropping/tripping over something. I am sorry about those noises but this letter isn't about me, it's about you.
I don't know if anyone has ever told you but your laugh sounds like a mix of a dying goat and goofy. Now this wouldn't normally be a problem, but you seem to giggle and snort at all the wrong times. Say like 12:30 A.M when I'm trying to get my beauty sleep and when I'm startled awake because I think a goat is dying. Then I realize it is just you and I try to picture what it would be like to run you over with my bicycle. Now I'm not a violent person per se, but you see what your laugh is doing to me?
Also, I love Disney songs just as much as the next person does. But when you decide to sing:
"Winnie-the-Pooh, Winnie-the-Pooh, Tubby little cubby all stuffed with fluff. He's Winnie-the-Pooh. Winnie-the-Pooh. Willy, nilly, silly, old bear"
At the top of your lungs at 6:00 in the AM, it sort of makes me not only want to barf on you 5 times, but also dress you up in a BYU outfit and let you loose in the Spectrum and let them tear you to pieces.
I hope this won't affect our neighborly relationship!
Sincerely,
Me, From Upstairs
3 comments:
That bad huh?
Ok, that's pretty funny. And disturbing. Now I know where you got Pete's birthday song.
I knew someone once who had to endure the people above him stomping and line dancing while singing, at max volume, "Fishing In The Dark" by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band.
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