To the person who drove past my house at 2:47 AM, greeting:
If I can hear your music through the walls of my house and it wakes me up, it is too loud. If I can hear it through the walls of my house, over the roar of our window A/C unit, and over our fan, and I can hear it well enough to clearly make out every word of the song, it is abominably loud. I have serious concerns for the well-being of your ear drums. That concern is less for your actual well-being and more for my own future, for if your hearing continues to diminish, I can only assume you will continue turning up your music louder and louder.
May the fleas of ten thousand camels infest your armpits.
Cordially,
Alicia
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I love it! "May the fleas of ten thousand camels infest your armpits!"
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