The other day I heard some crazy, over-the-top, Harry-Met-Sally, monkey-sex noises going on next door. I mean this was like a cartoon. Bumping and banging and crashing - in my head I imagine it like a Tom and Jerry cartoon where there is just a tornado of dust and limbs and lamps start crashing and suddenly a cat squeals.
But the main noise was a loud girl's voice, panting, "OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!"
Dude was hittin' it. I gave him mind knuckles to represent.
Then it ended and I went on with my life. Ok I giggled for a few hours with the roommate and THEN went on with my life.
But the next morning, the most amazing thing happened - we both got in the elevator at the same time.
I didn't know what to do! Do I ask her if she is ok because I heard some noises last night? Do I ask her if her lamp broke because it sounded expensive? Can I ask her not to pray so loud?
But I did what any mature individual would do - I stood in the corner and giggled until she got off the elevator. As soon as she left I called the roommate to explain what happened - in my excited state all I could get out was:
"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!"
"That's what she said."