Hahaha. That's horrible. Normally I'd say "why don't you go say something about it", but I haven't said anything about my situation. I let the cheesy bass lines slide because they don't happen often enough for it to be a problem. I mean, this lady listens to music pretty much solely on holidays.
As far as the people below, I don't really want to go tell them to please tone down the retarded in their child...

I guess it's just the price you pay for the price you pay. My rent is only 670 a month, and the place isn't bad or ghetto by any means (Louisiana is a pretty affordable place to live).. I just got the unluck of the draw regarding my neighbors.

You've said the nastiest shit so far in this thread.

That reminds me of a story a friend recently told me.
He and his girl have a baby who's about a year or so old, and he described to me his first experience of a baby discovering how to open his diaper after a nice hefty dose of diarrhea had been deposited, and spread it all over himself, his surroundings, and even in his mouth.

They found dried shit in insane places for days afterward. Ever found diarrhea behind a small rip in wallpaper? They did. How about underneath a toenail? They did.

Babies. The nastiest shit so far, anywhere.

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That's. Fucking disgusting.

And by far the shittiest story I've ever heard.

But the bottom line is, shit should never be found in orifices =|

I used to bang on the wall sometimes with that guy, and to his credit, he would generally take the hint stop if I did that. But still, how dense do you have to be to not realize a goddamn trumpet is too fucking loud to play late at night when you live in an apartment building?

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Yeah, I paid $650 for the place with the trumpet player and it was in Philly so it was in a pretty shitty neighborhood.

My goodness if i should ever hear my neighbours take a dump...
That would probably mean the **** hit the fan as there's 50 metres or so between me and the house of my my closest neighbour :D.

That reminds me of some concert I went to, where the line to the women's room was so long some of them defected and broke line to use the mens room, leaving the men no alternative but to use the sink.

Apparently my cousins painted the bathtub walls with poop a children.

So many reasons not to have kids.

this thread isn't as bad as one that I read about whether or not people wash their hands after they pee and there was a poll and everything.

so fucking nasty...wash your damn hands after you pee people!

Did you wash your hands after you peed on your girlfriend?