First apartment after grad school, these two hideously obese women were fighting out in the courtyard over where their children learned their filthy language. It was like seeing a bad wreck on the interstate, you don't want to see it, but you can't help but look. The one woman said "you motherfucking bitch, there's a reason I don't let my god damn kids play with with my kids anymore, they never cursed before. I don't know where they learned all these fucking curse words. These were two 30+ year old 350+ lb women white women, so they started physically engaging and throwing punches and ripping off clothes and then I saw boob
@SpikedLemonade, fat woman boob. The fat rolls and the boob Spiked, why couldn't I have been blind? Why did they have to torture my eyes like that. It was disgusting
Back when I was a grad student, I had Indians (dot com not feather) next door. The apartment walls were thin. Now don't get me wrong, curry and other spices smell amazing but please explain to me who cooks at 3 in the morning?
Speaking of smells, my last apartment before I bought my home, we had potheads in the apartment below me. The pot filled the air of the stairwell and these idiots liked playing loud music all night long. Its all good, I liked playing military marches and bagpipe music when I woke up at 6 AM to go to work. However, sometimes -especially after they partied most of the night- I'd be very forgetful and leave the music going until the battery in the laptop ran out. It was a newer laptop at the time so sometimes it would go on for several hours. The noise lesson was learned fairly quickly, only had to be taught 2 or 3 times, the pot? Well they never learned.
Ah I hated apartment living