When I lived in Florida my next door neighbors were of the passionate variety. There were nights, after he'd been on the road all week and was just home, that I actually slept on the futon in the living room because they were so loud I couldn't block it out with my headphones.

And?

and she laughed like "that Cummins gal" in Oklahoma that Curly was flirty with. Like a donkey with a sinus condition, that is. And she thought her boyfriend/husband was soooooo funny. *eyeroll*