(discovered via the Richmond Blog.)
this about sums up my relationship with own neighbor. he's a real d-bag who ranges from inconsiderate to blatantly stupid. the only way this comic could make me laugh harder is if "fluffy" were an electric guitar with which the neighbor were composing love ditties at 7:30 AM. yeah, it's that kind of party.
thanks, wondermark, you ever poignant bit of funny, you!