If you insist on having a drunken screaming fight at 01:30 in the morning, could you please do the rest of us the favor of having it inside your house? P.S. your women-choosing circuits may be somewhat faulty, given your recent divorce and the outward appearance of the latest female who's moved in with you.
The third car, which of course belongs to the next-most-recent shack up honey, parked in the neighbor's driveway this morning, did shed a little light on why I was so rudely awakened last night.
Oh, and P.S. if you all decide to make this a regular feature, I know a few guys who work for the city who would be happy to give you some free bracelets and a quiet place to sleep it off . . .
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