And it's not just any noise. Not like music-type noise. Just random "POP"s every so often. FUCKING LOUD “POP”s if you don't mind.
They’re supposed to be fireworks or fire crackers of some-fucking-thing like that. But unfortunately the asshole who worked in the fireworks factory decided to stinge on some colour and spent the rest of the company money on crack for his 70 teenage wives/prostitutes. That’s why these fucking morons who live in the bleedin’ kampong next to my condo can afford to spend their fucking money on so many fucking noise makers. And I suppose it wouldn’t be such a big problem anywhere else, but HERE, where I live, there’s like an amphitheatre of condos, which means VERY HIGH WALLS FOR VERY LOUD ECHOES. Now you can see why I’m so PISSED.
And they aren’t your normal average everyday kampong boys who run around and get flattened by SUVs. Nope. They’ve taken their game to a whole new level. You see, they’ve realised that if they piss people off during the day, eventually, one of them will march down to the hole in the ground that they live in and torch the place. But not before beating the shit out of the fucking buggers and make them eat all the fucking TNT before lighting the place up like a Christmas tree.
So instead, they go and set the fucking poppers off at night. EVERY FUCKING NIGHT. At TWELVE MIDNIGHT (12AM for those who like numbers). That way, they can annoy the fuck out of everybody and get away with it. Until, say, someone burns their house down. Fuckers and all.
I’d like to know the reasoning behind the whole “piss-people-off-and-see-how-long-we-can-survive” reflex. Is it because of the thrill? The danger that you
I’m leaning towards the notion that they are mentally ill and secretly want to commit suicide but are to chicken-assed to do anything about it. I mean, people that stupid have got to want to die.
And what sort of sad sense of “joy” can you get out of “pop”s anyway? I mean, “hey, there’s fire” is great and all that, but get a grip. There are much better, safer and community-friendly ways of entertaining yourself: like branding your eyeballs for instance. Or experimenting with drugs. Or better yet, playing with power tools! That’s got to be at least 10 hours of excitement, per day!
And it’s not the fact that I don’t appreciate fireworks and the childish amusement it gives some people. I, myself, play fireworks every lantern festival. It’s a once a year thing, with family. And yes, I will admit that we do shoot some fireworks above my cousin’s neighbour’s house. BUT NOT EVERY FUCKING DAY. And NOT AT FUCKING MIDNIGHT. YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES.
I really do hope that one of the fucker’s I’m talking about has internet access in the kampong swamp that he lives in. I’m sure they do, I’ve seen one of those UN truck go in, with like food and stuff for starving people. Tho I’m, not sure if it came out again…
So let’s say they do: GO TO SLEEP YOU LITTLE FUCKER. DON’T YOU HAVE AN APOINTMENT WITH A ROTAN TOMORROW AT SCHOOL OR SOMETHING? EAT SHIT AND SWALLOW PISS YOU FUCKING BRAT. GO GIVE YOUR PRECIOUS FIREWORK A BLOWJOB AND LIGHT IT ON FIRE, THAT’LL BE A THRILL YOU’LL NEVER FORGET. DO US ALL A FAVOUR AND BLOW ONE OF YOUR FINGERS, OR TOES OR THAT CANCEROUS MASS YOU CALL A HEAD, OFF. GO PISS AROUND IN YOUR OWN TIME, PREFERABLY WHEN I’M NOT AROUND. FUCK OFF.
