NY PostSo much for peaceful Sunday afternoons on Park Avenue. Hundreds of booze-swilling, scantily clad scenesters have been jamming the rooftop pool deck of the posh Gansevoort Park Avenue hotel on Sundays, making life miserable for neighbors — and apparently flagrantly violating city building codes. “I try to not be home on Sundays. The last thing you want are a bunch of crazy people with loud techno music until 8 or 9 p.m.,” said frustrated local Greg Housset, 24, looking down from his apartment Sunday at the mob of hard-partying revelers packed like sardines on the hotel’s pool deck as turntable star DJ Chuckie spun booming dance tunes. “Even when the windows are closed, you feel like there’s a sub-woofer in your apartment.” Housset said he has complained, to no avail, to the Midtown hotel and called 311 to alert officials to the racket generated by the weekly Summer Series parties. This past Sunday, about 300 party people filled the hotel’s 19th-floor pool deck — nearly five times the number indicated by an occupancy sign posted by the hotel — starting at around 3:30 p.m.

Hey listen, I like to party as much as the next guy, but when you’re disturbing sweet little old ladies who are just trying to enjoy their early bird dinners, watch Wheel, and go to sleep, you gotta be a little more respectful. Wait, whats that? The person complaining is a 24 year old dude living across the street? Hey Greg Housset shut the fuck up you pussy! You’re like a Park Ave. millionaire in his 20s living across the street from the best Sunday pool party in New York City. More bougie pussy than you can shake your dick at. Bitches giving each other champagne facials with booze flowing and music spinning. And I don’t even care if you’re gay. There are definitely gay guys looking to fuck at the Gansevoort Pool parties. Remove the stick from your ass and/or the sand from your vagina, throw on some swim trunks and go do a fuckin cannonball or 2, you asshole. We’re talking about Sunday afternoon from 330 to 9 and you’re calling the fake police line 311 to file complaints.

Live a little you fuckin dork.