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.