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Do not always blame the neighbors behind the wall ...
A friend just told a most amusing story. Then his words:
I decided my mother to arrange a birthday gift. Repair in her room. After my long beating the old plaster works Drilling and pulling sheets of gypsum fiber board on the fifth floor, to the right through the wall of a neighbor noticed this very unusual nature of my behavior.
On this occasion, she began to nag her husband. They say we live in a shack, it is necessary to stir up the same repair.
I feel sorry for him, but he got married, he is guilty. Sunday came, and I decided to have a day off. People need the rest, in the end. And here I lie in bed and hear the neighbor hammer on the walls. Looks beats the old plaster.
It was getting dark ...
Suddenly I felt the acceleration, jump, hit a neighbor's apartment and left to scream "You fucking Jam! One weekend, let sleep, bitch! ". I heard a little bit from ohuel. Not knowing how else otmazatsya, I called out to him in the socket, "Man, that's not me, it's another neighbor!".
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I decided my mother to arrange a birthday gift. Repair in her room. After my long beating the old plaster works Drilling and pulling sheets of gypsum fiber board on the fifth floor, to the right through the wall of a neighbor noticed this very unusual nature of my behavior.
On this occasion, she began to nag her husband. They say we live in a shack, it is necessary to stir up the same repair.
I feel sorry for him, but he got married, he is guilty. Sunday came, and I decided to have a day off. People need the rest, in the end. And here I lie in bed and hear the neighbor hammer on the walls. Looks beats the old plaster.
It was getting dark ...
Suddenly I felt the acceleration, jump, hit a neighbor's apartment and left to scream "You fucking Jam! One weekend, let sleep, bitch! ". I heard a little bit from ohuel. Not knowing how else otmazatsya, I called out to him in the socket, "Man, that's not me, it's another neighbor!".
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