Yeah, there's one who's a regular at the bar extremely close to where we live. He frequently leaves the bar when it closes in the extremely early hours of the morning and I swear he makes his bike as loud as possible on purpose. I get woken up by this asshole like two or three times a month and I hate him with a fiery passion.
Haha, he's like 60, a real seasoned alcoholic. He'll probably live forever, unfortunately. You'd think riding a motorcycle home from a bar would indeed be a death sentence, but I fear not in this case
Those motorbike fuckers are worse.
Yeah, there's one who's a regular at the bar extremely close to where we live. He frequently leaves the bar when it closes in the extremely early hours of the morning and I swear he makes his bike as loud as possible on purpose. I get woken up by this asshole like two or three times a month and I hate him with a fiery passion.
Luckily for you if he's riding to a bar it won't last long
Haha, he's like 60, a real seasoned alcoholic. He'll probably live forever, unfortunately. You'd think riding a motorcycle home from a bar would indeed be a death sentence, but I fear not in this case
A problem easily solved with a string tied to two trees at neck height.