I had the clever idea of using the larger master bedroom as my computer room, and the smaller bedroom as my own bedroom. I am very glad that I did. About five minutes ago, I started hearing extremely loud rhythmic pounding, as if someone put a bowling ball in a clothes dryer and tipped it on its side... except faster. At first, I thought, "no, it couldn't be, it's too exaggerated...", but soon after I became quite sure that it indeed was. After about four minutes of this, I hear an exaggerated "whew!", and no more than ten seconds later, their shower turns on. Good to know that the spark is still there.
If that guy wasn't wearing like five layers of condoms, I'm buying a gun. I want to buy one anyway. I would really like to take up shooting, but you can't shoot a firearm in city limits, and I think that the surrounding cities are the same way.
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Isn't that how the guy in Fight Club lost his mind, having to listen to that every night?...
Well, at least they found something to keep them occupied during the holiday weekend... "Hey honey, lunch was good." "Sure was...let's go have sex!" :-)
Also, the thought of you with a gun is so hot.
It's surprisingly difficult to find information about and prices for handguns online. It looks like it would cost me $500-1,000, or $1,500 for a decent one, but those figures could be WAY off. Anyway, that's not a purchase I'm making anytime soon. :)
Just go to a pawn shop -- much cheaper, I'm sure. And, they take watches as currency -- maybe even your upstairs baby.
Luke
Hmmm, yes, good idea.
"Take this one. It's better 'cause it's got a history."
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