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I Wonder What Bizarre Sexual Proclivities My New Neighbors Will Have

When you dwell in an apartment complex, you get to know your neighbors over time. A large portion of these relationships develop based on how well the contractor decided to insulate the partitions above, below, and side to side in each unit. I’ve heard all the basic stuff—one guy liked to shag his girl, then scream and punch the wall. Another couple would have loud, frivolous arguments, pause to bump uglies for a few minutes, then continue on with the bickering. One coital instance had me believe, but never confirm, that the dog-lovers had thrown little Fido into the mix.

And I’m not over here straddling a stepping stool topped with phonebooks, pressing my ear to the ceiling. If I’m on the couch and I hear these freaks digging in, I’m not about to get up and inconvenience myself just ’cause somebody wanted private time. I sit where I sit, and I hear what I hear, which brings me to wonder what kind of feats the new downstairs neighbors are going to bring to the table.

The former people below me had a brief, unobtrusive sexual calendar that was very accommodating for me. Only woke me up a handful of times.

But it’s been quiet down there lately. Maybe they’re waitin’ on me to set the tone. Little do they know, I only get my lovin’ on in high-class steak joints, in order to avoid the shame that comes with communal love-making. I believe it was a little known bard from the 17th century that quoth, “Don’t crap where you eat, and don’t love where you live,” at least according to what is scratched in the stall where I get it on. In the men’s washroom, everyone assumes you just downed a choice cut, and are enjoying an opulent BM. Nothin’ weird about that.

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  1. May 8, 2013 at 6:19 pm

    One time my roommate and I were sleeping and I thought I heard someone breaking in. It turned out to just be the neighbors getting it on. It was an awful night sleep.

  2. May 8, 2013 at 6:21 pm

    love it!

  3. May 8, 2013 at 7:03 pm

    When my wife and I first started dating, I made the two-hoiur drive on Friday nights to where she lived and would stay at her apartment for the weekend. Because we didn’t see each other all week, we had… uh… a lot of catching up to do. Anyway, after one particular night with a lot of catching up, we left the apartment the next morning for breakfast to find several neighbors outside. When they saw us, they all started clapping…

    • May 8, 2013 at 11:02 pm

      hahaha! That is hilarious!

    • May 9, 2013 at 3:04 pm

      Haha, nice. The response could have been worse.

      • May 9, 2013 at 3:10 pm

        Needless to say, my wife was glad when we got a home together…

  4. May 8, 2013 at 8:33 pm

    Humans, with their copulation and whatnot

  5. May 10, 2013 at 5:53 pm

    Move a 2-stroke lawn mower into your living room… you can guess the rest 😉

    • May 10, 2013 at 8:18 pm

      I have sex with it?

      • May 11, 2013 at 4:12 am

        Ahahaa… well, that wasn’t precisely what was on my mind, but the world is your oyster 🙂

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