Monday, November 03, 2003
...AND FINALLY...
Don't you hate it when you can't tell if your upstairs neighbors are fighting or having sex? In my mind, they were having a fight, it became physical, they had sex, and then they commenced to fighting again. It all sounded the same except there was intermittent stomping around in what I like to believe, are lead shoes.
Geez! I have entirely too much time to think about these things....!
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Don't you hate it when you can't tell if your upstairs neighbors are fighting or having sex? In my mind, they were having a fight, it became physical, they had sex, and then they commenced to fighting again. It all sounded the same except there was intermittent stomping around in what I like to believe, are lead shoes.
Geez! I have entirely too much time to think about these things....!
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