Ah people, you have to love ‘em don’t you? I choose to hate them. You know why? Well, because most of them are stupid and ignorant. It’s a fact. Take this fellow from early this morning. Around 3.30am I was awoken from my broken drunken snooze by a repeated banging and shouting.
There was a chap on the pavement throwing empty beer cans at my building. The cans were loudly bouncing off the outer wall and cascading nosily on the curb. He was enjoying this task of wanton flinging over and over again, whilst shouting the name of, “Neville.” The cans were hitting precariously close to my windows.
I tried lying back in bed hoping that he would become bored and leave. I was anxiously awaiting the sound of shattering glass. I managed to fall asleep.
At around 4.45am it started again. I desperately attempted to ignore the racket. As I started to drop off I thought I heard a muffled gun shot. The man did not return.
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Neville! Come out, Neville!
I hope Neville does come out and then I can get some sleep.
Neville is gay!?!
Goodness.
That’s why he lives alone and talks to mannequins.