So, I sit down and start studying Social Psychology for my upcoming exam. I've had a long *** day, so I'm glad to be sitting down. I've got a problem with my attention wandering, so I'm glad to be in quiet.
Then I hear it...
bang bang bang bang bang bang bang
female voice: "MOAN"
male voice: "MOAN/GRUNT/MALE NOISE"
famale voice: "MOAN MOAN!"
male voice: "GRUNT! GRUNT! (insert Tim the ToolMan impression here)"
bangbangbangbangbangbangbangbangbangbang
This is a rough synopsis of what I am now going through. And it has not stopped. I don't know if they're hopped up on goofballs, or what. But they've been going for close to an hour. Viagra maybe?
I'm considering pounding on the ceiling.
Any ideas on how to disturb that overly horny couple living above me?
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Call your landlord and file a noise complaint. Suggest that the landlord call the police and arrange a warrant so they can bust in there, guns drawn and cameras rolling.
That should dissuade any further problems.
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That should dissuade any further problems.
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Jophiel wrote:
I managed to be both retarded and entertaining.
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I'm considering pounding on the ceiling.
Considering?
Do that before you post about it here.
I woulda pounded after the first 5 minutes. Chances are they'll be embarassed enough to stop.
Start playing some Tammy Faye Baker songs really loud.
edit - tanny = tammy
Edited, Fri Oct 15 04:07:10 2004 by kundalini
edit - tanny = tammy
Edited, Fri Oct 15 04:07:10 2004 by kundalini
You need more pracitce an hour aint that long.
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tammy* you stupid illiterate *****
FUC[b][/b]K YOU.
Proof, get your **** out of that donkey's ***, and learn how to not be completely fu[b][/b]cking retarded.
Somebody thinks they invented trolling.
proof called someone else illiterate. That's pretty damn funny.
Personally, when I couldn't stand MY downstairs neighbors, I used the water method to get rid of them.
The 'condos' (read: apartments) I lived in were 2 story and had free heat and hot water (this was in Anchorage, AK and that's common there). All of the hot water was tied into the same huige boiler for each building.
These people NEVER failed to flush their toilet while I was in the shower. For about 3 months, I endured blasts of cold water until I reached the peak of a Mt. Everest of loathing for them. The day I snapped was when I heard the guy say something on his telephone as I was coming out of the door and I realised he was doing it as a practical joke. Then my loathing turned to a cold hard ball of hate. I was now on a mission to out-asshole this fucker.
The pipes conducted sound really well, so you could always hear when your neighbors turned water on or off in that place. He'd been using that to get his kicks when I showered, by flushing the toilet deliberately. I made it my personal mission to go turn my tub on full blast, alternating pure hot and pure cold water every few seconds each and every time they got in the shower. I threw in flushes, just to make sure there was plenty of fluctuation in the temperature for them.
Strong in this one, the dark side is.
I got really good at it over the course of about a month. The time of day or night did not matter to me. I was always on duty, ensuring them not a single gallon of temperature constant water. I'm sure they became known as the 'stinky people' where they worked because unless they were sponge bathing, those people were not getting much shower time. 30 seconds, tops, before the water would just shut off.
They moved.
The 'condos' (read: apartments) I lived in were 2 story and had free heat and hot water (this was in Anchorage, AK and that's common there). All of the hot water was tied into the same huige boiler for each building.
These people NEVER failed to flush their toilet while I was in the shower. For about 3 months, I endured blasts of cold water until I reached the peak of a Mt. Everest of loathing for them. The day I snapped was when I heard the guy say something on his telephone as I was coming out of the door and I realised he was doing it as a practical joke. Then my loathing turned to a cold hard ball of hate. I was now on a mission to out-asshole this fucker.
The pipes conducted sound really well, so you could always hear when your neighbors turned water on or off in that place. He'd been using that to get his kicks when I showered, by flushing the toilet deliberately. I made it my personal mission to go turn my tub on full blast, alternating pure hot and pure cold water every few seconds each and every time they got in the shower. I threw in flushes, just to make sure there was plenty of fluctuation in the temperature for them.
Strong in this one, the dark side is.
I got really good at it over the course of about a month. The time of day or night did not matter to me. I was always on duty, ensuring them not a single gallon of temperature constant water. I'm sure they became known as the 'stinky people' where they worked because unless they were sponge bathing, those people were not getting much shower time. 30 seconds, tops, before the water would just shut off.
They moved.
Untold wellsprings of anger in you, there are.
To Scuba
I suggest going up to there door knocking loudly and asking if they need any help!!! Hey ya never know maybe they are moving furntiure up there!!!
I suggest going up to there door knocking loudly and asking if they need any help!!! Hey ya never know maybe they are moving furntiure up there!!!
proofkuniva wrote:
and besides,mispelling of a name isnt considered illiterate
jademage wrote:
To Scuba
I suggest going up to there door knocking loudly and asking if they need any help!!! Hey ya never know maybe they are moving furntiure up there!!!
I suggest going up to there door knocking loudly and asking if they need any help!!! Hey ya never know maybe they are moving furntiure up there!!!
I used to live next door to some amorous couple back in my apartment life. The woman was attractive enough, but built like a friggin' Valkyrie. 6'2" or so, pretty broad build (not fat, just broad), long blond hair she wore braided, etc. Slap a viking hat on her and a trident and she could have been on an opera stage. The guy was probably about a foot shorter and fifty pounds heavier. Regardless of whatever forces of nature brought them together, when they "came together" there was enough inertia that I thought their bed was going to come through my wall. I thought once or twice about banging on the wall but I figured that (a) they probably wouldn't even notice and (b) the folks're just getting laid.. let them get laid in peace.
Can't say I was sorry to leave them behind though when I bought my house.
Edit: All the banging made me mistype...
Edited, Fri Oct 15 10:06:18 2004 by Jophiel
Can't say I was sorry to leave them behind though when I bought my house.
Edit: All the banging made me mistype...
Edited, Fri Oct 15 10:06:18 2004 by Jophiel
Belkira wrote:
Wow. Regular ol' Joph fan club in here.
proofkuniva wrote:
and besides,mispelling of a name isnt considered illiterate
No, but misspelling "misspelling" is, you ignorant ****.
In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act.
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