Elephant Orgy ?

Excuse me King Babar and Dumbo,

I would greatly appreciate if you cocksucking faggots would quit training for the Barnum and Bailey Circus all day every day on my ceiling.  What are you fucking clowns doing up there?  This is an apartment complex.  This isn’t your house.  I can hear every God damn noise up there, I just can’t pinpoint what the fuck is going on.  Have some respect for people that live below you.  Please, I want to know, what the fuck could you possibly be doing 20 hours a day 7 days a week that causes me to think 2 elephants with steel boots are completing an obstacle course designed for dogs and finishing the race with a nice buttfucking as a reward?  WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING UP THERE?!  Some days, it sounds like all the furniture you have in every single room is on a train track.  And all you fucking idiots do is push around the furniture along the tracks, never making  a pitstop, because there is never any motherfucking silence.  The weird thing is though, I have never seen any of you idiots leave your apartment.  I don’t know what any of you look like.  I don’t even know how many of you African Sea Donkeys live up there.  None of you ever leave your apartment.  Like, does anybody even live up there?  Are there 2 ghosts of elephants wearing prison chains and shackles just playing hopscotch and jumprope?  I don’t fucking understand how you assholes can be so selfish and inconsiderate.  There are 2 possibilites:

#1.)  Like I said, you are rude, selfish and inconsiderate bitches that don’t give a fuck about anybody except for yourselves.

#2.)  You are the dumbest most clueless bitches in my city and you are 100% unaware and ignorant to the fact that you are creating more noise than a Hydrogen Bomb being detonated inside a room with the best acoustics the world has ever seen.

Whether it is possibility number 1 or 2, in the end, you are all still stupid motherfucking bitches.

 

I’m considering setting up a camping tent on the 3rd floor hallway so I can see who the fuck lives above me.  Once I find out who they are, I will watch what car they go to in the parking lot.  Once I know what car they drive, I will no longer care how much noise they make.  Your 4 tires will be torn up like a virgin porn stars pussy after she got finished with her gangbang scene that included 10 black dudes that just underwent penis enlargement surgery.  Your car doors, hood, trunk and even the top of your car will have more scratches on it than a tuna fish covered it cat-nip tied on a string and dangled in a nursery pen with a bunch of down syndrome cats that are in heat.  I’m not the type of bitch pussy that is going to go to the front office and file a noise complaint.  That accomplishes nothing.  What I will do, is start writing horrible horrible notes that will turn you suicidal and I will duct tape, horse glue, and wet fucking cement them to your apartment door and car.  What I really want to do is buy a pistol, be sitting in my living room, and accidentally fire 1 shot into the ceiling.  Maybe I will get lucky and shoot one of you in the pussy.