Rudeness

To the neighbor's idiot daughter:

It is the height of rudeness to pound on the doors and windows of a house you've moved out of before sane people awaken on any morning, especially when you should know the habits of the inhabitants.  To transgress the boundaries of politeness at six fucking thirty on a fucking Sunday morning leaves you deserving of genital lice at best. 

Get down on your knees (a familiar position, I'm sure) and thank God you didn't wake my kids when you woke my husband and me.  Then go fuck yourself.  Hard.  With a broken glass bottle.