His name is Todd.
He likes to play Family Guy and other television shows, as well as what sounds more or less like music, at very extremely ridiculously loud volumes in the middle of the night. Like, now. At nearly 1 a.m.
I am hoping, at this point, that he is hearing impaired, and not simply fucktarded.
There’s a Todd at the BAC on French Road, here in Buffalo, that is a complete fucktard. I’m not confirming that the proclivity to fucktardedness is inherent in all Todds, but I do have daata that suggests it.
And daata, as you must know, is an acronym for Data and Actualities That Actuate.
It’s not like I never enjoyed Family Guy, and I wouldn’t still, but… get over it, dude.
The bright side is that I’m sure he probably smokes a lot of pot, and you could really freak him out by randomly knocking on his door at odd hours of the day/night.
I love Family Guy, but it’s not a show that necessitates loud volume playing. Maybe you could leave a really passive-aggressive note? (But please take a picture of it!)
I am hearing impaired. Yes, I am deaf but not “dumb” as you said the other night. I guess you don’t remember. You were purple-toothed drunk and were crying because your apartment smelled like “the fucking House of Mews.”
The cable guy should be at the house by 3:30 this afternoon to fix my closed captioning box. If you have a problem with me in the future, I’d appreciate it if you’d just tell me. I guess you and your faux-academic friends need something or other to opine and pontificate endlessly about. Bitch.
T, I lol’ed and lol’ed at the data bit. Well played.
A, Good point. Having been on the other side of that dilemma, I can appreciate the sheer terror.
M, I wouldn’t dare write a passive-aggressive note without taking a picture of it!
T, the next time I hear you listening to some shitty bank-heist movie at top volume, I will come across the hall and slit your throat. Trust.