I hate thin walls

I've got a pounding headache and I'm trying to sleep it off. Unfortunately, my neighbor downstairs picked this time to be on the receiving end of a bad blow job. And I mean bad like, "Christ don't gnaw it off!" bad.

To dull his yelps and hysterical instructions, I had to turn on my CD and play some constant droning music. This definitely mutes the amatuer porn happening downstairs but my head is just pounding even harder.

I hate thin walls. I hate apartments. My fortune cookie said I'd have luck winning some money this month, but I'm down to the last few days and I've still yet to see my lotto ticket snag even ONE number.

This blows.

Anyhoo, that's a little peek into my life. *snort*

Oh my god! That made me laugh.


Sorry

Woof...maybe the BJ wasn't that bad...maybe your neighbor is a dreaded "Man Screamer" in bed...

Eh, I can tell when it's a good scream and a "holy crap I'm getting castrated here" scream. Firstly, he was screaming in falsetto. Secondly, the "I'm bleeding!" clued me in that it wasn't very nice. But who knows, man. People can be into some freaky shit.

Hehe. I'm starting to feel a little better though knowing he's in way more pain than I'd ever be. Whoever is responsible, you go on, Chomper, with your bad self.

Maybe she had teeth like your forum avatar...yowzers!

Maybe HE did. Yah, don't assume. I successfully muted them out before the receiver started declaring a living will.

" I'm Bleeding! "

Oh that is so priceless! I would have gone down there knocked one the door and handed them a band-aid.

The apartment I used to live in was about the same. There were some ummm nasty not so clean people living upstairs and they would start banging at like 3am. I have insomnia and this is about the time I would finally be able to get to sleep. Well due to their weight issues it felt like they were going to drop through my ceiling. The noise from their headboard slamming against the wall sounded like a wrecking ball was about to come through. These are not people I wanted to imagine having sex...people that are slovenly and don't believe in hygiene. This is when my insomnia issues got worse. These people also liked to fight and argue on a constant basis, it got old real quick.

Now I live in another apartment where the couple upstairs fights all the time and the police are there on a constant basis. It's like having pro wrestlers upstairs...except these people really fight, unlike the ones on tv. So now I just wonder what the hell is wrong with people. If people can't damn get along...then go your separate ways. Some people just feed on that type of thing I guess. So I would like to vote for thicker walls...

Last week my wife and I were having some fun. She started to get a little load. Well then as she came down from her orgasm we heard the people upstairs. Then I kept going and my wife started to make noise. We end up have a dulling screamers. I don’t know who won but it was fun.

Um thanks for sharing...


*sighs at my lonely dull life*

Come on over we will help you out. LOL

Dunno you guys must be living in cheap apartments or something...only thing I ever hear is when water is running nearby and people closing doors in the hallway..good thing too, I have a hard enough time sleeping as it is!

Hey sounds like my place, but wait I own my house and I live alone

Then I guess I can't do much better!

IF people are opening and closing doors and your the only one there.............Do you have some things that go bump in the night?

Do you have ghosts? Because that is a whole other topic that I wouldn't mind discussing...

hah! I'm a dope, I didn't even put those two factors together...is that house haunted?? lol

I was in a hotel in Key West last fall. Three walls, a ceiling, and a floor shared with other rooms, and the fourth wall was glass, a sliding door, and the balcony over the waterfront.

Second night, I promise, I swear, I'm really not making this up - four of the five couples in the other rooms started peeling the bonyana at roughly the same time. Like, it was a Wagnerian sexual opera or something, complete with one woman (whom afterward I called "Brunhilda" who had a fine, projecting voice that regularly soared over the din.

I dragged the mattress out onto the balcony, closed the door, and slept out above the soft, lapping waves for the night. Liked it so much, I did the same thing for the next several nights, until it rained.

I'm not sure if it's haunted...it's definitely a disturbing place some nights when I'm alone and it's scared a guest or two that stayed over night. I know my daughter's friends don't stay over unless they have a radio going and the lights on all night. Daughter even stays away now that she's driving - she says it's quieter at her friends' houses. I'm like turn your radio off and she gives me that teen angst look that says "Mom, you know what I'm talking about".

but like you said, that's a whole other topic.

Back to Lash's plight...I say, record them and then on a night where festivities are not occurring play the tape as loud as you can right next to their wall. *evil grin* or better tape band aids to their doors occasionally.

Place speakers to direct sound into floor. Get a good recording of a laughtrack. Every time they exclaim, give them a blast of the laugh track at high volume.

-Ghoti

I'm afraid that when it comes to this particular brand of noise pollution, I'm more often the offender than the offended.

But in consideration of the neighbors, and to save the paint, we have put some padding behind the headboard.

Most multiple occupancy structures could use better soundproofing in the bedrooms. Ummm, and the living room. And the showers. And maybe around the kitchen counters.

I'm with Arcadia on this one. No one's yelled at us to shut up yet or banged on our door or walls so until that time I'm gonna keep on screamin' on.

Oooh, you should give us an on-air demo of your lungpower.

Been there, done that. Where were you?

I was tied to my bed being beaten like the Dog I am. Can you please do a on-air demo of your lungpower again?

Thank you
A Sick Dog