Oh my gosh.

The three most obnoxious, unbearable, infuriating men to ever roam the earth now live next door to me. And all these ex-marines want to do is party. On a Sunday night.

Well, not on my watch. I'm starting a brand-new job on Monday, and I need to bring my A-game, which means I need sleep. Also our neighborhood has rules. No loud music after 9 p.m. And I'm a stickler for rules so I plan to take care of them myself, by any means necessary.

They're as hot as they are stubborn but they haven't met a bigger killjoy and party-pooper than me.