The Return of the Twitchy Face and Clinched Fists.

As if waking up before Xic's alarm went off this morning (about 5:40 am) wasn't bad enough, shortly after 6 our lovely neighbors decided it would be a great time to play musical fucking cars. This game is played by douchewaffles and twatwaffles. The rules are simple. 

1. Turn your craptacular music up so loud it rattles windows a mile away and makes your car vibrate harder and faster than your mom's Pocket Rocket. 
2. Make sure your friend does the same so it's in stereo. 
3. Go from car to car slamming the doors every five seconds making sure to wake everyone in your neighborhood up including babies and toddlers. Let's face it, parents don't need sleep, right?
4. Make sure you rev your engine and speed off just as the last baby/toddler screams out because they were woken up far before they were ready to be.

The last part is important, because if you don't speed off, you're probably going to encounter a very pissed off mom or dad that may or may not slam your head into the window of your car, punch you in the fucking throat, slam your head in the door two or 20 times, and proceed to bitch slap you while the rest of your neighbors cheer them on.

So heed my warning douchers everywhere. Next time think about what your doing, because you never know when a parent of a pissed off kid might repel down the side of their house ninja style and beat the shit out of you and then vanish just as quick.

Now I have to deal with two very pissed off toddlers who could not go back to sleep and won't nap until around 11 (if I'm lucky). All vocalization of what they want has gone from short words and signs to screams, grunts, and whines. No amount of toys, music, or hugs make this any better, so I will follow suit and throw an all out hissy fucking fit with them until nap time.

Again, thank you neighbors. And remember, payback's a bitch. 

~Hekate