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Post by limitdeditionlayla on Apr 20, 2006 0:16:36 GMT -5
haha. I'd do that, if my neighbour's girlfriend wasn't a bar skank twice my size. Maybe I can post a friendly, anonymous note on the board in the foyer. And sign it 'Frag'.
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Post by frag on Apr 20, 2006 0:25:12 GMT -5
I'll condone it. No need for loud bonin' when you've got neighbors. Unless it's done properly.
My cursive's like a girl, for the record.
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Post by limitdeditionlayla on Apr 20, 2006 0:31:57 GMT -5
haha. Do you dot your i's with love hearts? You know you do!
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Post by poseidon on Apr 20, 2006 0:44:54 GMT -5
Hey...the bed squeaks sometimes...  'specially when you live upstairs... |
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Post by frag on Apr 20, 2006 2:11:58 GMT -5
I dot my 'i's with little smileys, thank you very much.
Sometimes, when I'm feelin' a little down, I actually make them little frownies,
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Post by phil on Apr 20, 2006 7:39:30 GMT -5
Layla ~ Better yet ... You and the boyfriend cook
should let him hear the REAL deal ... !!
He'll know ,,, !!
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Post by dolly on Apr 21, 2006 9:53:32 GMT -5
I hate when I can hear my neighbours sexin it up. Put it away, man. I don't need to hear you getting nailed while I'm trying to sleep. Especially when you can tell the girl is faking it, haha. We have exactly the same with out neighbours. I mean, the guy is a big black dude who probably has a penis that Mister Ed would have been jealous of, but that alone does not justify the two hour orgasm that his last trophy blonde bint had twice nightly. I actually did used to heckle through the walls at her to fake her orgasms more quietly, or at least be more convincing about them. I actually found out last week that his neighbour the other side was also heckling through his other wall. Haha. |
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Post by dolly on Apr 21, 2006 9:54:47 GMT -5
I should say actually that he has a different blonde shag-piece now. But I don't mind her so much as she keeps her orgasms to 15 mins max.
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Post by phil on Apr 21, 2006 11:31:37 GMT -5
You're just jealous ... !  ! |
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Post by dolly on Apr 21, 2006 13:58:29 GMT -5
Yeah, I have trouble making mine last longer than 15 seconds.
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Post by tuneschick on Apr 21, 2006 14:54:22 GMT -5
I think everyone has lived beside/above/below one of those couples at some point. We had ours too - though it wasn't so much the bad fake orgasm as it was the headboard nearly coming through our bedroom wall.
(seriously - wouldn't you eventually just MOVE THE BED a little further from the wall?)
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Post by tuneschick on Apr 21, 2006 14:55:52 GMT -5
Oh, and for what it's worth, when I DID hear the loud orgasm (actually through the window, since our bedroom windows were right next to each other and apparently were both open that night) - I was pretty sure it was fake too.
Can't say I blame her though... by the sounds of it, I'd just want to make him stop too.
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Post by phil on Apr 21, 2006 15:09:23 GMT -5
Can't say I blame her though... by the sounds of it,
I'd just want to make him stop too.
OUCH ! LoLoLoL !!
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Post by maarts on Apr 21, 2006 18:37:51 GMT -5
I'd say shove a note under the door and write on it 'You're doing reasonably well mate but did you know your girlfriend really loves it doggy-style up the ass? Talk about squealing like a pig! Give it a go! Yours sincerely, the upstairs neighbour.'
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Post by limitdeditionlayla on Apr 22, 2006 21:18:47 GMT -5
The building I live in houses such choice members of society as:
the heroin addict who wears tank tops every day even though her arms are like maps of state highways with all the track marks. She is forever asking me for a dollar. I don't know what kind of smack you can buy with a dollar...
the psychotic war vet who greets me each morning with "hello, dirty cunt" (no one knows HOW he got an apartment here, considering the rent isn't that cheap...must be a perk of armed service...though I don't know how the junkie pays HER rent...)
the steroid-using gym monkey two floors up. Has excessive body hair & is always in the communal laundry, washing out smelly gym clothes. I say "morning, how are you?" He grunts back, which is steroidese for "I'm good, how are you?"
an African woman who I swear practises voodoo. I asked her name once (in the laundry) & she fixed me with a death glare & started chanting at me. She wears feathers in her hair & when you walk past her apartment it smells funny, like voodoo potions or whatnot
A metrosexual banker who brings home a different girl every weekend & then if I happen to be walking to the bustop at the same time, tells me all about it. He likes girls on top. Yes. Thanks for the info, mate
A woman with an Elvis Presley fixation
So...the loud sex neighbours aren't so bad. Except that I've now discovered they're swingers. How did I find that out? The fake orgasm girlfriend told me, while I was folding clothes in the laundry yesterday. I said "well...thats nice" & then I ran upstairs, almost running into the voodoo lady who death-glared me again.
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