I live with four other guys in a three story house, needless to say, when you're confined to a house during the winter months, you get to learn a lot about the living habits of others. Recently, we got talking about women we've had through the house. You know, throwing the bullshit around, telling wild stories about the women we've conquered and it was at this point my roommate who occupies the other basement room pipes up. Basement Roommate: "[Primer], you know I can hear you. Right?" Me: "Uh, what?" BMRM: "Yeah, everything; Her, you, the walls being destroyed, that nice touch at the end - which is somewhat disgusting by the way. It's like you're fucking right next to me." Me: "Oh. Was it good for you as well? Because when you and your women go at it, it's like free porn." Turns out that the sound is going down the hot air vents, into the furnace and back into the other persons room - through all of twenty feet of ducting. This got me thinking about the other times I've heard my roommates and had to endure that awkward morning; where she's trying to get out of the house as quietly as possible after a good, loud railing and I'm just trying to enjoy my morning coffee. Focus: Roommates; we've all had them, well, most of us. Ever walk in on your roommate jerking off to Hermione Granger? Ever walk in on some random chick, passed out on your couch at four in the morning when you get home, with her legs spread wide and not wearing underwear? Alt-focus: What music do you play when having sex? I've got a good library built up, so I might as well put it to use.