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One man's floor is another man's ceiling,
Way down in my soul I've got this terrible feelin',
I've got the apartment blues!
Oh all night and day, I got the blues.
Well I try to sleep at night, and they're dancing in high-heel shoes,
They're playin' that rock 'n roll music when I wanna sit down and read the news,
I've got the apartment blues.
Well I can't take this ruckus no more,
My next door neighbor is a whore.
The headboard bangin' and hitting the wall, still at a quarter to four,
I've got the apartment blues!
Oh all night and day, I got the blues.
Every morning I hear a new man, and I just don't think I can stand
the apartment blues.
The jerk next to me's got a hottub,
And it's really starting to rub,
me the wrong way.
Well it vibrates day and night; the foundation shakes ever-so-slight,
To cause a nuissance, and I can't take it no more!
I've got the apartment blues!
Oh all night and day, I got the blues.
Well one o' these days I'm a up and leave,
after I kill my neighbor Steve, and his untrained hound.
Well the dog barks night and day, cause ol' Steve don't let him out to play.
I've got the apartment blues!
Oh all night and day, I got the blues.
My landlord sure-as-hell ain't no gent,
He still makes me pay full rent,
but my plumbing is backed up again.
And the dear Lord only knows when, when I'll be able to flush again, cause
I've got the apartment blues!
Oh all night and day, I got the blues.
This place gon' be my tomb.
I'm a die right here in my room,
And nobody gon' notice or even care.
Cause the neighbor is still gonna be screwing,
and the hottub is gonna drive the foundation into ruin,
cause I've got the apartment blues!
Oh all night and day, I got the blues.
Roger: We should mention that although the waters above appear calm, below the surface there is a frenzy of activity. Hands groping, fingers fluttering, thighs twitching in the anticipation of love-making that will take place in this ha-tub in less than 12 minutes.
Barbara: David, don't be alarmed by the professors Clarvin. I remember myself when I first met Roger and Virginia at the University. We had taken a camping trip to the Grand Canyon.
Barbara: After a supper of jack rabbit honches, we laid out beneath the stars.
Roger: Somewhere in the distance, we heard the pounding of native drums. Was it in our minds? We don't know.
Barbara: That night, the great eagle spirit himself appeared at our tent and beckoned us to make love. We submitted to his ravenous desires, as the three of us became one with the great eagle spirit.
Virginia: Turns out the great eagle spirit was actually a fugitive trucker by the name of Rich Crenshaw.
Revenge is a dish best served cold. Wait a while and hit him again. Dickweeds like him are sure to step out of bounds again and then his ass is grass and you'll be the lawn mower.
Revenge is a dish best served cold. Wait a while and hit him again. Dickweeds like him are sure to step out of bounds again and then his ass is grass and you'll be the lawn mower.
He has already been beaten on by someone he pissed off.
So I quit doing any volunteer work for my condo association and I keep busy working on anything else.
The idiot has elevated himself to being "in charge" of the parking committee (one reason why I quit).
Now he parks his two (of three) cars outside with no permits and no one does crap about it.
Evidently he had a car cover stolen off his car and now he is going around to my neighbors accusing me of the dastardly deed.
One neighbor told me he wanted to beat the guys ass just for being a knucklehead.
Looks like the idiot is gonna blame me for every bad thing that happens to him from now until dooms day.
I think it is funny.
You need to either run against him or prop up someone as your puppet to run against him. From the sounds of things, it seems like there would be more than enough support to oust the douche-bag!
Needless to say - more power to you! I don't know how you do it... many moons ago, we lived in a townhouse development for about two years after we got married... I was the guy everybody hated. I'm not much of "rules and regulations" guy to begin with and I found it absurd that others could tell me what I could and could not do with my own property. They had some of the most ridiculous rules and would then try to fine anyone who broke them... f-that crap. We moved as soon as we could... and even going on 11 years later, we still get a statement in the mail every so often saying we owe them 200-some dollars in fines to which I send them back an invoice for about $2000 saying they vastly overcharged us for cutting our little patch of grass and shoveling our little walk.
