If they aren't dead, they're gonna be.
Our upstairs neighbor's alarm clock is now going into its second hour of soloing. No matter where I am in the apartment I can just hear it. Before these folks moved in, the only sounds we really heard were the vague rumblings of mediocre sex.
If they aren't dead, they're gonna be.
*trudges up the stairs*
If they aren't dead, they're gonna be.
*trudges up the stairs*