sounds like a regular tranny hobo scat picnic (dunno bout the beetroot tho)

thats what you get for living in melbourne!

Are these items past their used-by dates? Otherwise that shit is whack.

It's just some stupid bitch who's not getting all the dick she needs.

Next time you hear something get thrown out, just scream out "GET A FUCK YA FUCKEN SLUT."

Should improve things immediately.

collect it all , turn it into a 'found-art sculpture' then sell it for millions.

BAM.

a guy at my work told me, once he just happen to go to the shops and buy turps and o.j

the bird at the checkout said,big night ay?

hahahahahaha

is this the reason why you found that thing of sour cream that time i visited? because at the time you thought it was the richies and their catered party.

That's right, NME. And we threw it back across the fence. Since then I have looked at the places this produce is falling and I realised that it must be coming from one of the balconies above us.

This afternoon there was a sheet of broken opaque glass down there.

It will be a body next, a digit at the very least.

The beetroot is still there too.

Suspect identified. Currently standing on his balcony, yelling down to us. He says his name is Ivan Ivanovich, that he is a champion boat racer and brushes his teeth with vodka.

sounds croatian,

He says he is from Omsk in Siberia. He knows a lot about soccer.

is that in yugoslavia? my geography is terrible.

Least he doesn't shoot twice you.

That's sad, does he give reasons why he is throwing the stuff off the balcony? Is he in some alternate reality or something?

i have this weird neighbour that lives two doors down... today was his weirdest visit to my door ever.

he wanted to lend a roll of toilet paper and was standing there shuffling from foot to foot.

quite a weird moment knowing he was desperate to shit and i was his saviour.

Sounds like he needs to learn the 'Clean Snap' technique.

he could have just used the street press

Though ''in time'' is a bit of a lie.

Some people in my building are having a party! This has never happened before! I was on the verge of feeling huffy about all the commotion in the carport and in the first floor flat where the party is being held, but now I'm in my top floor apartment I can't really hear much at all. Yay for old school solid brick buildings.

follow up to my post of a few days ago. potential culprit of note distribution maybe in fact own a cheer up emo kid t-shirt.

our next door neighbour is a good old stick but the woman next door down is just awful. we think she is a lesbian and she is always dressed in hiking gear and whenever i see her in the street and say hello she blanks me. she's not a lunatic but she probably thinks i am. i think she knows my shower routine and knew the days where i did bother to wash and sat at her window in her indoor dyke hiking gear muttering, there goes september 3 days without a shower the fucken grotty heterosexual. how she manages to pull is beyond me.

anyway, avril, that's her name, stopped me on the street 2 days ago. i was seeing ashtrayheart off my street and was in a rush and fucking avril stops me to ask me if i live two doors down. i said, 'hi avril.' then she says, 'i'm avril.' and while i was saying, 'yes avril, i have met you before' she then told me to cut the overhanging branches on the tree out the front incase a mother with a pram couldn't get by. i said, 'ok avril.'

anyway, if you are over 6 foot don't walk down my street. i took to the overhanging branches with the...some gardening implement, but my reach is only so high. mothers with prams are safe but there are some nasty cut offs waiting to take out someone's eye.

also, i did avril's bidding in black velvet tracksuit pants and a tight white bonds singlet without a bra. i was bare foot too. i wore that outfit to taunt avril.

fuck you avril.

cool story hansel.

what kind of name is avril anyway...

Lots of excitement in my block of flats last night. It seems that the boys upstairs had some mates over for a few drinks. One seemed to forget what his limit of drink was so just after midnight started getting a bit emotional and carrying on. There was lots of running up and down the stairs, doors slamming, people yelling at each other and shouts of 'if you don't drink some water I'm not going to listen to you'.

About 45 minutes later the cops end up coming to calm him down (from what I could hear they were great) and then an hour or so later an ambulance comes to cart the pissed idiot away (while he was yelling 'I fucking hate collingwood') for what was presumably an early morning stomach pump session.

Now I'm exhausted after losing about 3 hours sleep to the commotion. But I kinda hope the kid is ok. Makes me glad to have left my early 20s well and truly behind me.

beginning to fucking hate the breeders with their monster children upstairs. amongst the laundry list of annoying things, i think the top-o'-lungs screaming at 7am is probably the winner. have written up a lovely passive-aggressive note to send up later today - i use the word 'impinge' and everything.

well, the things I observe from my home-office window..

a new family moved in diagonally across the road about August last year. looks like the 40-something Mum & Dad's house, with their (rough) twenty-something daughter & her 2 young kids in with them too.

the dad to these young kids visits throughout the day - a skinny, tracksuited dude resplendent with rat's tail & tattoos. he usually tries to help out - mowing, gardening etc.

there's a lot of fighting out the front of the house, kids screaming, slamming of doors & and angry revving of engines.

this young mother recently screamed at our next door neighbours, 2 teenage girls walking home from school, demanding to know what the f### they were looking at.

a few weeks back i saw the young mum walking back from school with the 6/7yo girl & she suddenly smacked her daughter across the back of the head and she cried & cried while the mother kinda laughed.

love is a battlefield.

*beginning to fucking hate the breeders with their monster children upstairs. amongst the laundry list of *

Oh my god, those wicked children...not screaming? Did you send up a couple of muzzles for them and maybe something else for the nasty breeders to stop them breeding some more?

at 7am, in a block of units?

fuck yes they should be controlled by their parents...

Yes it's true, I agree. You obviosuly don't have kids. Kids fucken yell, they get excited...that's what they do.

Yes it's true, I agree. You obviosuly don't have kids. Kids fucken yell, they get excited...that's what they do.

But there's nothing wrong with teaching them to be considerate of others around them, right? I hate it when you're at a cafe and there's a group of parents with those three wheeled pushers and a bunch of 4 year olds throwing food, screaming, whacking things.

You can teach them to be considerate of others but the reality is that there is not a whole lot of reasoning you can do. It's a hard one. We don't live in flats but I can imagine it would be hard going.
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hate it when you're at a cafe and there's a group of parents with those three wheeled pushers and a bunch of 4 year olds throwing food, screaming, whacking things.
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I hate it too and the parents are to blame. They turn into selfish fuckers. We have 2 young children and we see it all the time. In fact, we very rarely go to cafes/retsauraunts with them for this reason...and it's not fun for kids really is it.? You think they want to sit there quite and still while mummy is reading Who Weekly and sipping her mocha chocolate? But probably more for another thread titled 'how some parents turn their kids into evil fuckers'.

Yes it's true, I agree. You obviosuly don't have kids. Kids fucken yell, they get excited...that's what they do.

judging by Nishikis post, it seems to be an ongoing thing rather than kids getting excited every now and then.

Nishiki was never a child. Born fully grown, mature and totally together.

Oh, didn't you know?

Growing up I had a middle-aged/elderly woman with severe paranoid schizophrenia living next door. She was generally sedate due to medication, with the occasional interaction.
Such as the time we were playing cricket on the road and she was wandering around the streets carrying a shovel trying to get us to help her ''dig up babies''. She used to go on midnight wanders, too.
Once she went off her meds completely and skipped up and down her side of the fence, either yelling obscenities or singing as if she was Shirley Temple.

Pretty scary for a youngster.

My next door neighbour, a young woman, seems to spend all day stalking the balconies talking loudly on her 'cell'. I mean, does she have a job? Fuck off and shut up!

Everyone is so desperate for attention here. It's like living in a city full of only children.

Is it safe to say the honeymoon's over?

Not really. I've seen and done some amazing things and have a much greater understanding of and a strange kind of love for this place. But anywhere is going to have its irritations and weirdnesses.