All right, so there is just no accounting for the racket that goes on upstairs sometimes. Here I was sitting alone in the dark, late on a Saturday night, reading a couple months worth of the Invincible Super Blog*, hoping Guinevere might show up for chat, when it started up again. I hear it now and then, and it even woke me up Friday night, but normally it's a bit more subdued than that other time I posted about. But last night was another showstopper.
And I just can't rationalize the noise. Sure some of it is obvious, what with her moaning her pretty little head off, but that isn't all there is, and I don't think even the presence of that donkey or a film crew really explains it. Here's what you can do, though, to try and replicate it: take a sturdy wooden chair, lift it and bang it down on a hard wooden floor, repeat as fast as you can for about a half hour. That's what it sounds like. Now what the blue hell is happening up there?
It's like they are screwing so hard that the bed is jumping up and down on the floor, again similar to the Exorcist comparison used the last time. But while listening the moans and the rapid thumps don't exactly sync up, and there was one point where the moans seemed to be coming from a totally different location from the thumping. I just don't get it. Is there some kind of machine involved? I'll grant you that it's possible to go at that intensity for that long, but that fast?
It is inconceivable. I can not conceive it. And even the donkey doesn't explain it.
Somehow I just have to find out.
*Seriously, though, that blog is teh awesome.
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