This is dedicated to the pathetic pouch of putrid pond scum who sat off the fire alarm in my building this morning not once but twice between the hours of 4:00 AM and 6:00 AM. It's a toss up who hates you more; me, the other tenants, or the poor firefighters who you led on a dangerous and pointless wild goose chase for your sick, idiotic entertainment. We hate you, your family, your dog, your cat, and everybody who looks like you. May every toenail you have become ingrown. May your cell phone and your eyeglasses fall into a clogged toilet bowl at the sleeziest bowling alley in town. May you hit your thumb with a hammer at least seven times a day for the next year. May you be stricken with crotch rot so profound that it requires the medical journals to be rewritten.
The next time you want to pull a fire alarm for kicks, please pull off your own ugly, useless, empty head instead. You stink, you fink!
Goldtop
P.S. - Since this isn't the first time this sort of thing has happened recently, some of us have a pretty good idea who is behind it. The management must have solid proof before they take action, but I'm not burdened with any such restriction. I'm free to act at any time I see fit. I've dealt with your kind of vermin before, and I'm ready, willing, and able to do so again. That's not a threat, just a statement of fact. And perhaps a bit of food for thought, that is if your microscopic brain can engage in such endeavors.
Find a new, less offensive way to get your jollies, you yabbo.