My neighbour – the one that lives above me – parks his Lamborghini directly below me. When he leaves before I had my first coffee, I fall out of bed. It’s a tradition by now. I’ve tried stuffing socks in my ears. I’ve tried to bribe him with chips and beer. All I got was a raised eyebrow (singular!) and an explanation of the maths that made it possible for him to drive that car. Grrrrrrowllll!
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Grrr. Sorry it’s a true story.
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In our house are 6 quiet (also known as old) parties, and one young motorcar dealer. [sigh]
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*sigh* indeed …
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Sorry to hear that’s a true story – what a pain!
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The only consolation is that he has a motorcar dealership. He brings different cars almost daily, i.e. he doesn’t always drive the Lambo.
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Hope he gave you a good discount on your car
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I couldn’t (nor wouldn’t) buy any of his cars. Too flashy, too loud, and … to expensive, really.
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Oh…one of THOSE salesmen 🙄 Your only hope is he gets an electric car
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