A healthy fable for your consumption

So, my coworker Andrea speaks of her neighbors on occasion; she doesn't live in the best part of town, and so their exploits are always good for a larf.

She told me today of her upstairs neighbors. The girl has her bed placed directly against the same wall Andrea has HER bed placed against, so of course Andrea can hear every nocturnal carnal activity that goes on. Andrea says its funny, because the girls boyfriend has horrible rhythm.

squeaksqueaksqueaksqueak!SQUEAK!SQUEAK! Snore.

She says it literally lasts five minutes. Andrea's baby's daddy was heard to remark, "God, poor son of a bitch." This is saying something.

I guess the moral to this story is, if you're not getting laid, no one can disprove that you are the world's greatest lover. I myself, while being amazingly sexually frustrated, am using this oppurtunity to build up an amazing and virile reputation. Then, once I finally get laid again, if Im a huge disappointment, who cares? I just got laid.

Did I just say that out loud?