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May. 11th, 2005 12:58 amThe people above me cannot fuck. I know this because I can hear him making the bed springs squeak like a pile-driver. I'm really, really, really tempted to go up there and tell him to slow down. It's not a race and the floor/ceiling (not to mention his girlfriend, my stupid-bitch neighbor) will thank him for his revised efforts).
Nevermind, he is, of course, done.
Nevermind, he is, of course, done.