Duuuuuuude, allow me to rant about the bastards below my abode.
Everytime, I mean everytime, I start typing like this, someone goes nuts and hits the floor (their ceiling). My theory is, the sound is foreign now, they all tap now. They probably think I have some sort of enormous tablet.
I just want the quiet place I had in 1990s Houston. There were mexicans but they were quiet at least.
puremadness 0 points 4 months ago
Duuuuuuude, allow me to rant about the bastards below my abode.
Everytime, I mean everytime, I start typing like this, someone goes nuts and hits the floor (their ceiling).
My theory is, the sound is foreign now, they all tap now. They probably think I have some sort of enormous tablet.
I just want the quiet place I had in 1990s Houston. There were mexicans but they were quiet at least.