Gnnnnnnnnnnn

[sessifet]

*bangs head on desk in time with the 'music' coming from next door*

I swear, soon I will infiltrate their building (possibly by clever use of camo-gear), pick the front door lock and ninja my way through the apartment while they are asleep. I will locate the collection of god-fucking-awful-noise they call music and stomp on it until it catches fire. Then I will widdle on their speakers and lastly, I will grab the stereo and then fling the sodding thing from the cunting window.

*raaaaaaaaaaaaage*

Comments

[troo.livejournal.com]

you know, I think the stomping-until-it-catches-on-fire thing will negate the whole "ninja stealth" thing you are planning on. Not to mention the stereo crashing down the street bellow...

[sessifet25.livejournal.com]

But I'll do it in a ninja fashion. No-one will see me. I will instead escpae in the confusion, by skirting the wall and sneaking out.

[easternpromise.livejournal.com]

Cut their electricity... ;)

[sessifet25.livejournal.com]

This idea has merit...

[da-pol.livejournal.com]

Boost their electricity....

[easternpromise.livejournal.com]

Cut it then boost it in sudden succession... :D

[martinoh.livejournal.com]

I have a possible solution but it involves two operatives dressed as old fashioned undertakers, a hearse, a canister of sedative gas with a nozzle suitable for inserting through a door lock and a mock-Italianate village in North Wales.

[sessifet25.livejournal.com]

I am intrigued by this idea and wish to know more...

[martinoh.livejournal.com]

Ah, now this is the problem - you're too young to get the cultural reference :-)

This was the opening to the cult late '60s TV series "The Prisoner", which resulted in the eponymous character being imprisoned in Portmeirion for an unspecified number of months/years.

And if you haven't been to Portmeirion, make arrangements. It's worth it.

[jinx-lbc.livejournal.com]

you're so coming to portmerion with us... we're thinking about a geek holiday there.

[xidia.livejournal.com]

Stereo defenestration! Or would that be two objects from two windows at opposite ends of the arc of directional hearing? Or is it just time for me to stop rambling and sleep?