Never move to Wyckford Commons. Ever. Ever ever ever EVER.

[napoleonherself]

Left behind when our neighbors got tired of STANDING OUTSIDE YELLING DRUNKENLY and went inside to where their blaring stereo was. This was at about 1:30. AM.

Apologies for the picture quality; it is sort of still dark out, and that's the best a combination of my camera's flash and PSP's photo-tweaking tools could do.

It is good to know they had fun while being complete and utter assholes.

Naturally, multiple calls to the "courtesy officer" who is "on call" when the office is closed resulted in nothing. Well, besides a message on the machine (we left and went over to Sarah and Ted's because we simply could not stand the blaring stereo and noisy babbling and occasional loud pounding noises), which is probably along the lines of "well, I came out a couple hours after you called and they weren't doing anything -- golly, guess I missed them somehow what a pity I can thus do nothing!" You can tell I don't like the courtesy officer.

And now, Taco Bell.

Comments

[vxo.livejournal.com]

Holy CRAP that's a lot of empty booze vessels.

As for the 'courtesy officer'? WRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. Simple as that.