Back when I was about 21 or so my wife and lived in an apartment and yeah, you hear shit all the time. One couple were either fighting or ****ing all the time. I never felt the need to call 9-11 as it just seemed like screaming matches...followed by crazy make up sex.
Our first apartment together there was a young college girl who lived upstairs, and one night we were sleeping with the windows open and maaaaan...she was up there getting righteously pounded by some guy. I mean at first we thought it was cats fighting, then when we were able to discern the "YES YES YES" bit, we just laughed our asses off. But yeah, between all the fighting, ****ing, kids screaming and general wierdos...it was good to get into a house.
We have a million reasons for failure, but not one excuse...
Die Donks, DIE!!
"Oh well, there's always next year. We'll be better then, you'll see..." - Every Chiefs fan for the last 42...crap...43 years...
Quit listening to all that crappy new music and check out HEADSTRONG!