Love is in the air

My neighbour is humping.

Good for her.  It doesn’t happen often, and I’m happy for her happiness.  She’s really not especially cute, and she’s rather short, and not exactly athletic or trim, so I wish her the best, and I’m glad she’s enjoying herself.

How do I know she’s enjoying herself, you ask?

Because I can hear every damned thing that goes on over there, from her delighted grunts to the awkward rhythmic slapping of midget flesh.

Fortunately, the throes of ecstasy usually last only four minutes or so, before the lovebirds go back to discussing telenovelas.

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