My neighbors are doing their weekly bass check. They have to pray at the church of annoyingly loud Sunday morning club jam. Every once in a while they'll spin the new NIN CD, but mostly it is "bom BOM BOM BOM do do BOM." Right now, it is "BOM BOM BOM. do do do dodo. BOM BOM BOM."
I think he likes rock, and she likes booty music. Oh hell, maybe I should give her a break. She could be practicing her new pole routine. It is, after all, all about the benjamins.
Besides, they've got to hear me singing in the shower :o