“He really managed to pi$$ off that guy.”
The saying I’ve heard is “I’d rather be pi$$ed off than pi$$ed on.” Apparently the guy downstairs was both.
Sometimes fortune and fate work together to make sure that the paths of two nasty people cross one another, thereby sparing us and the rest of society the unpleasant prospect of encountering them.
The shooter will likely be caught and sent to prison.
The filthy pi$$ freak goes to the big urinal in the sky.
The shallow end of the gene pool effervesces with happiness.
This is my pistol,
This is my gun,
This one’s for shooting,
This one’s for urinating off the balcony onto armed folks below...