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One of my next-door neighbors has taken to singing in the early morning. For hours. Very loudly. I would not have so much of a problem with this if he could actually sing, but he sounds like a cat with his tail caught in the door.
Twenty more days...
Don't worry, he's just chopping broccoli.
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Usually an intruder has to be physically on your property for your to get away with shooting him, but I wouldn't be surprised if Florida law extended the "zone" for tuneless loud singing. If not, you could probably get a sympathetic ear for it in Tallahassee.
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April 14, 2007 10:48 AM
Posted on April 14, 2007 10:48
Oh, it could be worse. Someone I know used to have a co-worker whose in-office singing was obnoxious not because he couldn't sing, but because he could. Trouble was, he thought he was even better than he really was, and he did it like the "song stylings" of some cruise ship lounge lizard.
It's a good thing I never heard him myself. The howling reflex would have been irresistible.
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April 14, 2007 2:46 PM
Posted on April 14, 2007 14:46