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I guess 1 pm on an overcast saturday is as good a time as any for our douchebag next-door neighbour to have a top 40 dance party circa 2007.
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1 comment:
We used to have a neighbour like that. We called her place the dance cave and since she lived right by the elevator you could get in a little early nineties club music on your way out.
Unfortunately for us Peter and I have an insatiable need to embarrass the kids and more than once we got caught dancing in the hall by unsuspecting elevator riders.
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