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Apparently, when someone goes to Smallish City Hall applying for a permit to do something really loud and annoying outdoors, they are directed to do their activity in a particular patch of public space just outside my office.
Last winter it was the mind-numbing bell-ringing.
Over the summer it was bongo drums, and (until he got arrested on unrelated drug charges) a man who stood with a guitar screaming songs with lyrics such as "FUCK FUCK FUUUUUCK! YOU GODAMN FUUUUCK!"
Now, it's this:
Last winter it was the mind-numbing bell-ringing.
Over the summer it was bongo drums, and (until he got arrested on unrelated drug charges) a man who stood with a guitar screaming songs with lyrics such as "FUCK FUCK FUUUUUCK! YOU GODAMN FUUUUCK!"
Now, it's this:
posted by Turbo at 8:24 AM
5 Comments:
Do I need to post that link again?
how about offering him free psychiatric services in exchange for taking his pipes elsewhere?
I guess the one question is: Is he any good?
I have always maintained that listening to bagpipes straightens neurons in my brain. So it could be good for patients. And you should have a predisposition for the sound of pipes.
God, you should be MY neighbor.
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