I can't believe how crazy these teenage polka parties have become right next door! My neighbor, Jake, has gathered a bunch of rowdy teenagers who are obsessed with polka. They dress up in these wild outfits with colorful, frilly dresses and suspenders, like something out of a carnival. The music they play is so loud it feels like my ears are going to burst. They jump and dance around like maniacs, crashing into each other and knocking things over. It's absolute chaos! I worry that this obsession with polka is corrupting the youth and turning them into wild, unruly hooligans.
These rebel polka kids are driving me crazy! They're tearing through my cul-de-sac in their pimped-out station wagons, blasting their obnoxious polka music even louder. And those polka girls? They won't stop screaming "Hey wrinkly!" at the top of their lungs. To add insult to injury, they just had to throw a bottle of prune juice at my window. I can't stand their disrespectful antics and the way they're ruining the peace and quiet. It's absolutely disgusting!