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I hate my neighbors!!!
Author: mr.mhhs
...because all they eat is bacon. "How do you know that Michael?" Well, let me tell you. My bedroom is right above their kitchen, and the stench of bacon smoke boils out of their windows like some kind of factory. They cook bacon like their lives depend on it. Like they can't live in a bacon-free atmosphere, just like the aliens from "They Live."
They wake up early for a bacon breakfast, followed by a mid morning bacon snack, then a hearty bacon lunch. Then they take a nap, then cook up their post nap mid afternoon bacon meal, followed by a heavier bacon dinner. Then comes the late evening bacon constitutional, then the bacon nightcap. Oh, and don't forget about the damned bacon midnight snack! AAAAAAUUUUUGGGGGGGH!!!! I fucking hate bacon now!!!
All my clothes smell like it. My hair and skin smell like it too. I have a cast now, and even it is starting to pick up the scent. I sleep in bacon fragranced sheets, and shit in a bacon flavored bathroom. If I take a shower, it just makes the air hot and moist, and that's perfect for amplifying the bacon smell pouring out of my ventillation grates.
Have something hateful to say? Then join ME!!! Hate here, in this hate loving zone. AUGGGHHHH!!! Fuck that putrid shit!!!!!
Hate space? Hmmm, don't mind if I do.
Let's start with my next-door neighbors. They're Germans, and they're a pretty inocuous pair most of the time, but then they have these intense periods of blasting Euro-trash techno through my walls. I have no way of knowing when to expect these sessions, so I can't avoid them by being someplace else. Once earlier this week I was working on a paper when the Kraut-funk came piping in, and I was so filled with rage that I wanted to carve a swastika on their door.
I guess I could spend a few lines hating on my former roommate, but that's probably cliche by now. Suffice it to say that I bet I could charge $10 to give people tours of that apartment just to see the filth that's accumulated in my absence.
And there's always some hatin' to be done for Homi K Bhabha. Just read a few pages of his stuff and you'll know what I mean...
Maybe one of the gang should set up a Rage Blog to which we all have the password so we can vent our hate there?