A letter from a (now former) upstairs neighbour, pushed under our door, to explain the ‘commotion’ of the previous evening. This anecdote tells itself really; maybe this is the way forward.
To My Neighbours, I did try, but to no avail, to unlock my front door with my penis.
Points for typing it up – classy.
Points off for the “last nights” punctuation error.
I demanded an immediate apostrophe in writing.
Lesson – if you’re prone to sleepwalking (and especially if you live with your daughter), wear pants to bed. Or maybe a onesie to be safe. His daughter was only 16. You might think that was no age for her to be staying over with her boyfriend, but she was probably less likely to see a cock there than if she stayed at home.
Clever way to embarrass your daughter into not staying with a friend?