Laying in bed. Had an amusing night.
So earlier in the evening, after getting home from work, I spot my shithead neighbor in the apartment hallway; when I am attempting to unlock my apartment door to get in, he starts giving me shit for banging on the wall through the night, the night previous.
"My expensive flatscreen TV is on that wall, so if you guys bang on the walls again... I'm gonna call the cops. My TV isn't even that loud" he says.
I told him in the most condescending tone possible, that actually, it is loud; and that unlike his jobless ass, who sleeps every day and Skypes and blares music every night, I actually have to get sleep for work through the nights. So if he values the good condition of his flatscreen, keep it the fuck down.
He then angrily began a sentence, walking up towards my apartment door. He got the words "Yeah, well--" out of his mouth when I basically slammed my door in his face.
I then spent the remainder of the night laughing like a motherfucker about it. He's strangely quiet tonight; no music or Skype calls.
Victory.