Ok, so it’s Friday night and drunken neighbour can kiss my arse. It’s fricking freezing outside (like NZ sort of temperatures) and he’s out there rambling incoherently at the top of his voice. No music. No slurred signing. Just loud ranting. #drunkenNeighbourArsehole
@ReonSuddaby It’s how I really know my weekend has started… 😂😂😂. I’m a bit worried though as it’s gone quiet suddenly and I’m wondering if we should call for help or backup or something #ManDownManDown
Friday night is upon us… that means of course that it’s drunk neighbour time! We’ve warmed up with some piano man before delving straight into iron maiden. 🤔
It’s going to be a big one people…
#DrunkNeighbourShenanigans
@ReonSuddaby Mate I kept waiting but you never showed up…! The good news is that thunder-boozed neighbour is almost a weekly occurrence these days so we shouldn’t need to wait long for an encore thread…
My husband and I are now almost in tears with laughter. He is so ratarsed. We have traversed a wide range of musical genres tonight ranging from the Sex Pistols to Dolly Parton, and he’s currently hollering like a cartoon Mexican from the 80s.
Lord have mercy. He’s now attempting that Lady Gaga duet ballad from the movie (yes I should know what it’s called… don’t judge me). Anyway regardless it’s like a cat on heat crying out to the lonely night, looking for love…
Dear future Sarah.
One day you might be tempted to tattoo your side and ribs again. When that day comes I want to tell you one thing.
Don’t.
Just don’t.
That is all.
#RibTattoosHurt#DontTryThisAtHomeKids