My across-the-way neighbor, Stompy McSlammerson, has returned. And so have all his Stompy McSlammerson friends.
Mostly I’m worried that they’ll wake me up at 4:00 in the morning with all their stomping and slamming and talking loudly in the hallway and, half asleep, I’ll shout ‘Shut the hell up, Stompy!’
And then I will become known as Crazy McYellsthings. And that’s just not who I want to be, you know?
SHUT THE HELL UP, STOMPY! 😦