While I dislike the tinny sound of bass that pumps out of his headphones, you, madam do not speak for me when you chide this human mountain. If the only abuse I suffer in his presence is, a bit of noise pollution, I feel perfectly well. I am not 80. Loud music does not leave me of my senses. I do not relish the idea of a a melee incited by you being a busybody wet blanket. I'll need you to try and keep it down.
Showing posts with label Misguidance. Show all posts
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Friday, May 9, 2008
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