beaners upstairs!
FUCK THEM!!
I'm in a shitty mood already and he wants to come down here to fucking tell me that my music is too loud?
"ah.. ah... speakey spanish?"
"No."
"ahhh, como se dice?" (I don't know bitch, I just told you I don't know Spanish.) "bajale tu musica por favor."
I JUST FUCKING TOLD YOU I DON'T SPEAK SPANISH! YOU CALLING MY BLUFF YOU FAJITA EATING BASTARD?!
Tell your little fucking brats to stop fucking wrestling at 3 in the morning. HOW ABOUT THAT?! Do I ever say shit?! EAT MY ASS! IT'S 2 IN THE AFTERNOON! AT LEAST I GIVE YOU THAT! YOU ASS WIPE! Fuck you, I'm trying to sleep and it sounds like you guys are fucking bowling or something. What the fuck are you guys doing? Rearranging your furniture at 2 in the morning? FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING PRICK! JASK;DLFJADSL;JFLAS;JFLAS;DF I just turned it up! I'm going to turn the bass all the way up too. You fucking prick. Fuck you! Oh, and fix the fucking belts on your beanermobile too! It can't be that hard to change the belts on a fucking '93 Camry (Surprised it's a Camry? I'M NOT! It's all 2 different shades of brown). I hear it fucking squealing like your piggly fucking wife every morning. I could set a fucking clock to it. I have to wake up at 7:30 every morning and guaranteed I wake up at 7:20 because that little asshole has to let his car warm up.
Get one of your 7 fucking children to go change the belts. I fucking hate you.
I slammed the door on his salsa eating ass after he said that. And I turned my music up.
FUCK YOU!
Not to mention the bassing salsa music he plays every Sunday morning. Fuck you! FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING HYPOCRITE! I WANT MY MUSIC LOUD TODAY! JUST TODAY! FUCKING EAT IT!