What the hell is that?

Picture if you will a lone single woman laying in her queen size bed. Tired after a long day at UGH. She lays down her weary head and proceeds to drift off tward Dreamland. Suddenly, a loud noise awakens our fair maiden. (ha ha) "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!" What was it you may ask...gun shots.....a scream...an atomic explosion. No, it was a moan.

The neighbors from the apartment upstairs are making up again. Yes, you guessed it they are doing the matress mambo..making the two backed beast...bumping nasties...having a good old fashioned fuckfest. Well, they do this at least once a week. After a night of knock down drag out fighting I can expect at least five to six hours of moaning, dirty talk, praying, and agreeing that would make a sailor or truck driver blush with shame. This week this happened three times, that's almost 18 hours to those who are counting.

There are a few questions I want to ask.

What the hell is he on that he can go for 6 hours?
How can she walk the next day?
When does it become time to say smart ass things loud enough for them to hear?

Things such as:

God knows you like it so shut up already.
Damn, why don' t you just put a pillow over her head already.
You can stop agreeing any time now.
Why don' t you try a quickie some time?

I really don' t know if I should be upset or envyous. It's been a few days since a fight so maybe tonight I will sleep.