Traumatized--A Blogette
Just when I think I've been harassed enough by that stupid-as-the-California-High-School-exit-exam song "Daughters" by John Mayer, I wake up in the middle of the night to my neighbors getting it on HARD with that song blasting romantically(?) in the background.The filth won't wash off.
posted by Anonymous @ 7:53 PM
7 Comments:
Oooh that's nasty... so, so nasty.
Neighbor #1: "Your body...[moan]...is...[grunt]...a wonderland!"
[a whip cracks]
Neighbor #2: "I'll...[groan]...use...[pant]...my hands!"
[somewhere, a baby cries]
More like this:
Neighbor #1: "Girls...become....lovers..."
[ohh, ohh yeah!]
Neighbor #2: "...that turn into...[yes! yes!]...mothers..."
[Charise buries her head into her pillow and weeps silently, praying for morning to come.]
Hearing neighbors doing it is the main reason I bought a house. Nasty, nasty, nasty.
Nothing quite as groovy as a little friendly sex zoo noises to soothe you to sleep. *shudder*
How could you hear that all the way from your house? They must have really been getting freaky!
Freaky like a fox!
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