dear old man next door
please stop yelling at your wife.
it’s bad enough her only outside world contact is shuffling back and forth on your balcony for hours and mumbling to herself.
what’s she gonna do come winter?
and i am pretty sure that whatever she did to upset you was totally unintentional as she is as frail as a fucking blade of grass floating in the wind and has the mental capacity of a gnat at this stage in her life.
if you don’t stop i will be forced to rush your apartment wearing only my towel and flash you while screaming like linda blair like this:
AGHAHA LALALALBRAHAHAH MAAHAHA LALALALAHHH! and my tongue will be sticking out and down like gene simmons.
trust me it will be scary and i’ll be holding each side of said towel behind me like a cape.
you will probably both die of heart attacks on the spot.
and it will be all your fault.
FINAL WARNING.
speaking of linda blair though, yowzers…
