Dear Girl living above me,


Can I interest you in some WD40, a stack of kickboards, and maybe a balled-up sock? Your squeaky bedframe along with your headboard hitting the wall are loud, but not as loud as your moans of dee-lite. Its only a wonderful reminder that I'm not getting laid at 11am on a Monday.*sigh*


Enjoying the new soundtrack to my apartment,
Jon

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