100 Ways To Annoy Your Neighbor นิยาย & เรื่องราว

' He sat next to her. "What's up?" He tried not to sound too eager. "Okay, I have the theme for our next series. It will be called 'My Annoying Neighbor'. I got the idea from Mr. Northgate. Remember him? That older man who lived next door to us when you were in middle school?" "I remember him. He was creepy. He used to knock on our door all the time. Asking stupid questions about our landscaping and pool."

Otherwise, just looking at you people will ruin my health! "Since we're neighbors, let's forget the money. All you need to do is come over every day and prostrate at my door, wishing me a long life. That's the only way I'll let you all survive living across from me!" Nicole's family almost lost it. They spammed the group with insults like "vixen" and "tramp" and sent both voice messages and long texts, as if I'd dug up their family's graves. But I didn't care what they were sending. I just replied with a "Wow, so impressive" meme.

I barked at her. At the rate with which I was screaming at the top of my voice at Millie, I was certain the neighbors would soon call the cops on me for environmental nuisance, and I would blame that on Millie. “You roped me into your mess and you expect me to be nice to you?!” I didn’t stop yelling even with that realization. Thinking about the cops, I realized what I should be doing instead of shouting, and with that, I picked up my cell phone and began to dial a number.

"So you're mad today because he stole your croissant a few days ago? Does that even make any sense?" "No! It does not end here!" she snapped. "That idiot even stays in the same building as I do! And worst of all, he is my fucking neighbor! He started doing everything that makes me irritated!" "This morning, he just exceeded all limits! That fucking asshole threatened to file a lawsuit against me just because I was listening to music in my own place! He says it was disturbing his peace when I absolutely kept my sound moderate! No one is disturbed, but he is! What the fuck? If he wanted so much peace, then why not build his own palace in some remote area?"

I screamed at the amount that the person bid. “Shut the fuck up bitch.” I heard my cranky neighbor yell. “Leave me the fuck alone.” I hollered at the retarded man. He is acting like he doesn’t bring women over and makes them scream throughout the night. I sometimes don’t get any sleep because of the screams that come from his place. I don’t blame him though; I blame my parents for getting this apartment. I will fix a soundproof system as soon as I earn this $10k from this gig if the bidder picks me.

I need coffee—just so I can survive the night with this massive frustration. As I stand behind the kitchen counter, over the cup of Coffee I’m beating, I hear Vadarya’s voice boom through the speakers. She’s screaming; a full-on yell into an echoing microphone. It makes me wonder if the other neighbors are deaf or if they are considering the same thing that’s in my mind—the fact that I’ll be reporting noise disturbance if it isn’t two hours into the new year. In doing that, Vadarya wouldn’t know who dumped shite on her party. But she’d be livid and could roast herself; like running to the neighbors and yelling into their door cameras to mind their damn business.

The Pink Devil started laughing hard after Terrance asked about the neighbors. "My Neighbors? Do you really think that my neighbors will care that some random car is on my driveway? My neighbors never cared about what I did or who I brung home. Heck, the first time I moved into Hilldrive; none of my neighbors bothered to greet me or even once said 'Hello' to me. They continued living their lives and treated me like I never existed. 'Love thy neighbors', my ass! Even if my neighbors cared, it's none of their fucking business to get involved with my personal life and privacy. So the neighbors won't help you escape.", she explained. "You know you don't have to do this.", he pleaded.

"Turn the music down my son is sleeping!" "Not my problem lady! Turn it up!" He yelled and slammed the door in my face. The volume doubled. Dio! I miss the villa. We didn't have neighbors for miles. I knocked again. When they didn't hear me I banged on the door like a mad person. The same man opened again. "What?" "Turn the music down! You're not the only one who lives in this building!" "It's not fault if you don't know how to party! Move out if you don't like it!"

"kiwi,ginger,peach,apple,strawberry,shit shit shit" Ok so older habbits are harder to shake. My upstairs neighbor begins to smack her floor with what sounds like a broom stick and yell at me to shut the -insert non fruity expletive here-up.I slowly calm down as my adrenalin subsides and start to think 'hey,this isn't so bad after all'.Im like a 5ft 6" slender (BONY) cloud gliding around about six feet in the air.I do a quick summersault and even my hair is gracefully fanned out around me.This is straight up surreal,Im surely still asleep.This is nothing but an all too vivid dream.

Luci successfully interrupted my day with calls. First call. “Did you eat breakfast?” Second call. “Are you feeling dizzy?” Third call. “Did you take the meds?” Fourth call. “I just wanted to hear your voice.” Can she not be more annoying? “Your wife is running a surveillance operation on you,” Theo muttered. “She thinks I’m a dying antique.” I grinned. “She’s just worried.” “I know,” I sighed. Everything went better than I thought. By midday, I was done for the day. My aim of smacking or hitting someone to release the tension in me failed. I needed to let it out. The violence itch was real, and it was annoying me.