My boyfriend is a Trekkie. The horror. I had no idea. Some clues popped up here and there, but launching off about hyper-dimensional shit just because a little green dino eats a lotta stuff without getting bigger was a giveaway.
I'm the farthest away from hyper-dimensional sci-fi loving you can get.
In other news, we didn't get much sleep last night. There was a lot of banging going on. And it wasn't us. I think my evil coffee was keeping me awake, but I dunno. Either way, we were finally drifting off to sleep at around 12:20 a.m. when--
THUD
THUD THUD
THUD THUD THUD
thud-thud-thud-thud-squeeka-squeeka-thud-thud-moan--
repeat
ad nauseum
Shit. The dude above us was banging some chick hardcore. Our bedroom was vibrating with the force of his thrusts. At first we took bets as to who was on top, what position they were in... but after 20 minutes of rocket-fire thudding with brief silent stints, I'd had enough.
Fortunately, I'm a long time lover of this comic. I recently read this strip. Yeah man.
Tom couldn't believe it when I lept out of bed and went to the broom closet. I came back ready to do some thrusting of my own, of the tip of the broom handle against our ceiling, but the balls came to rest once again.
I waited, like a hungry hunter. I was gonna get this mofo if I had to stay up all night.
THUD
BAM BAM
The broom was louder than I thought it would be. Heh.
But things quieted down, and this afternoon I purchased some crazy glue. Tonight I'm gonna glue my ass to the ceiling and Tom will have to practice some crazy hyper-dimensional upside down reverse thrusting. Give the guy upstairs some of his own medicine. Mofo.
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Yoshi has a hyper-dimensional stomach
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hahaha
Well, all I used to do was blast Motörhead and Metallica and other exceptionally loud music after they were done and ready to sleep, at, say, 3-4am, and until late into the morning... 'cos I don't mind sacrificing a night's sleep to prove a point... and that kept them quiet for a long time thereafter... and the guy must have thought I was psychotic, 'cos the next day, he'd pass me in the hall and look away, as if he was looking into death or something.
Later on, my roommate told me: "Yea, Myles is terrified of you." You have no idea how satisfying that was. =D But I like your idea better. At least you'd have fun. AND get in touch with your trekky side... c'mon, we ALL have a trekky side!!!
oh come on, phx. live and let love?:)
So that's why Yoshi can eat like a beast. Thanks for clearing that up.
You should totally call the dude out next time you see him... you know, ask him about his little bangfest. Was it him and his hand or did he have a real partner? What positions were used? Did he bust out any kinky maneuvers like the Salty Pirate? Is 20-minutes his max stamina? On a scale of 1 to 10 how would he rate the poon? Etc, etc. Remind him that he should use protection. And finish of your neighborly encounter by hinting at the versatility of broom handles.
Also, I love the last paragraph.
moofruot--ha! wow... unfortunately i have the guy below us to contend with when making noise, so i guess my speakers would also have to be glued upwards on the ceiling.
ghost--live and let love, yes. live and let fuck at all hours of the night on a work night, hell no. at least, not without some retaliation.
shenry--ha! maybe i will. i called the brat next door out on jacking my laundry time. fooker.
also, thanks. :)
Ha! That's great! :D
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