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1) There are builders in next door - and they are loud!
I can accept that some work needs to be done on the property, which is absolutely fine. The power tools aren't what's bothering me. What's bothering me is that they are singing - very loud!!! It's not good either - one of them was singing a Cher song (If I Could Turn Back Time, if you really must know)! I'm thinking of complaining to the council, or just nailing them in and setting fire to the house - let's hear them sing then!
2) I had the most fooked up dream last night.
I don't dream very often, but lately I've been dreaming more and more, and they've been getting more bizarre each time. Could be down to some anxiety over a family issue, but I haven't really dreamt this much for about ten years. I dreamt that I was in the wild west, but it was kind of a modern wild west, and I had my Essex accent still. I had some problems with some Texan types, but I managed to stay out of trouble. But then I got into a fight with one of them, killed him, and made it look like a suicide. But he'd actually had a heart attack during the fight and died then - so it technically wasn't my fault - but seeing as it's the wild west they probably would have hung me.
So I set up this scene with him sitting there with a shotgun in his mouth! But before I could pull the trigger, some people came running. They were too far away to see properly, so I made up a lie about how I saw him with the gun, hid, then found the body. I even lied to the sheriff, who was driving a 4x4 - Walker Texas Ranger stylee. Fooked up, but I got away with it! Maybe when I dream tonight someone will have figured out that I did it, and I'll never wake up!
I can accept that some work needs to be done on the property, which is absolutely fine. The power tools aren't what's bothering me. What's bothering me is that they are singing - very loud!!! It's not good either - one of them was singing a Cher song (If I Could Turn Back Time, if you really must know)! I'm thinking of complaining to the council, or just nailing them in and setting fire to the house - let's hear them sing then!
2) I had the most fooked up dream last night.
I don't dream very often, but lately I've been dreaming more and more, and they've been getting more bizarre each time. Could be down to some anxiety over a family issue, but I haven't really dreamt this much for about ten years. I dreamt that I was in the wild west, but it was kind of a modern wild west, and I had my Essex accent still. I had some problems with some Texan types, but I managed to stay out of trouble. But then I got into a fight with one of them, killed him, and made it look like a suicide. But he'd actually had a heart attack during the fight and died then - so it technically wasn't my fault - but seeing as it's the wild west they probably would have hung me.
So I set up this scene with him sitting there with a shotgun in his mouth! But before I could pull the trigger, some people came running. They were too far away to see properly, so I made up a lie about how I saw him with the gun, hid, then found the body. I even lied to the sheriff, who was driving a 4x4 - Walker Texas Ranger stylee. Fooked up, but I got away with it! Maybe when I dream tonight someone will have figured out that I did it, and I'll never wake up!
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i can't believe you lied to the sherieff, wait till Molly Jane and the other girls down at the whorehouse hear about this.
1) There are builders in next door - and they are loud!
I can accept that some work needs to be done on the property, which is absolutely fine. The power tools aren't what's bothering me. What's bothering me is that they are singing - very loud!!! It's not good either - one of them was singing a Cher song (If I Could Turn Back Time, if you really must know)! I'm thinking of complaining to the council, or just nailing them in and setting fire to the house - let's hear them sing then!
2) I had the most fooked up dream last night.
I don't dream very often, but lately I've been dreaming more and more, and they've been getting more bizarre each time. Could be down to some anxiety over a family issue, but I haven't really dreamt this much for about ten years. I dreamt that I was in the wild west, but it was kind of a modern wild west, and I had my Essex accent still. I had some problems with some Texan types, but I managed to stay out of trouble. But then I got into a fight with one of them, killed him, and made it look like a suicide. But he'd actually had a heart attack during the fight and died then - so it technically wasn't my fault - but seeing as it's the wild west they probably would have hung me.
So I set up this scene with him sitting there with a shotgun in his mouth! But before I could pull the trigger, some people came running. They were too far away to see properly, so I made up a lie about how I saw him with the gun, hid, then found the body. I even lied to the sheriff, who was driving a 4x4 - Walker Texas Ranger stylee. Fooked up, but I got away with it! Maybe when I dream tonight someone will have figured out that I did it, and I'll never wake up!
I can accept that some work needs to be done on the property, which is absolutely fine. The power tools aren't what's bothering me. What's bothering me is that they are singing - very loud!!! It's not good either - one of them was singing a Cher song (If I Could Turn Back Time, if you really must know)! I'm thinking of complaining to the council, or just nailing them in and setting fire to the house - let's hear them sing then!
2) I had the most fooked up dream last night.
I don't dream very often, but lately I've been dreaming more and more, and they've been getting more bizarre each time. Could be down to some anxiety over a family issue, but I haven't really dreamt this much for about ten years. I dreamt that I was in the wild west, but it was kind of a modern wild west, and I had my Essex accent still. I had some problems with some Texan types, but I managed to stay out of trouble. But then I got into a fight with one of them, killed him, and made it look like a suicide. But he'd actually had a heart attack during the fight and died then - so it technically wasn't my fault - but seeing as it's the wild west they probably would have hung me.
So I set up this scene with him sitting there with a shotgun in his mouth! But before I could pull the trigger, some people came running. They were too far away to see properly, so I made up a lie about how I saw him with the gun, hid, then found the body. I even lied to the sheriff, who was driving a 4x4 - Walker Texas Ranger stylee. Fooked up, but I got away with it! Maybe when I dream tonight someone will have figured out that I did it, and I'll never wake up!
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