Just go jack it up enough to fit some cinderblocks underneath to the point the wheels aren't touching the ground. She'll get in, start it up fine, attempt to drive off and the wheels will do nothing but spin.Unfortunately all I have to work with here is the TV and my laptop. My stereo and MP3s are at my place.
Maybe I should just dump her little Chevy Aveo in the dumpster. Nah, driving a Chevy Aveo is worse.
my dad in his apartment when he first moved to Houston (prior to buying his own house, thank you GFC ) had Mexicans that lived below him that would play siesta music at like 3amAww hell. I'm trying to study (at my girl's place) and the fucking neighbor bitch is blasting music so loud it sounds like it's in the room with me.
And it's twangy country-western.
And I'm feeling stabby.
I'd go tell her to turn it down, but then I would have to put on pants. I might just head out and grab food and see how bad it is when I get back. Then I could justify pants.
Actually, going without pants might be more effective.
Speakers by the door, open it wide open, pop in "Jesus Saves" full volume on repeat. Though I'm sure Karoug could send you a nice mixtape.Aww fuck me! I just went to go get lunch and get away from the noise. I open the door and see that their door is wide open! They are blasting music right at our front door.
Oh, there will be words.
Ugh, too much CGI though. They just can't make good disaster movies like they used to anymore, like "2012."2055 was a nice year, the film "2066" depicting the end of the world as giant Normands from a paralel universe attack, was awarded the Oscar for best special effects.