Hey YF - do these noisy neighbors live in YOUR building

[Moderator1]

http://www.redeyechicago.com/news/local/redeye-chicago-neighbors-fight-over-sex-noises-with-notes-20131112,0,2127648.story#9jbijiDRAi5RuiEf.01

 

[LongTimeListener]

Enough with the note writing. These ladies need to meet in public to sort it out. We should also get a look (and listen) at the vibrator in question, to see what kind of nuisance it really is.

 

[Small Town Guy]

This will probably be a Jimmy Kimmel prank or a viral marketing campaign for a new app, but for now I can enjoy it in its glory.

When I lived in a dump in Fargo, I could hear the couple on one side of my place screaming at each other when I'd leave for work in the afternoon. When I'd return at 1:30 in the morning I'd hear the sounds of them ****ing. A circle of life.

 

[Dyno]

My horrible neighbors across the hall are the world's loudest laughers. I feel like I should have Guiness come in and certify them. The laughing sometimes sounds manic and uncontrollable and the guy claps while he laughs sometimes. It's astounding. I don't know what the hell they're doing or watching to make them laugh like that. FWIW, I've never smelled anything, so either they've got an incredible air filtration system that's pulling the smoke out of the air or they are high on life.

 

[The Big Ragu]

This thread is worthless without a better photo than the letters on the door.

 

[3_Octave_Fart]

http://www.upi.com/Odd_News/Blog/2013/11/12/Spanish-pianist-facing-jail-time-after-neighbor-alleges-noise-pollution/8531384267693/

According to the plaintiff, identified only as Sonia B., her downstairs neighbor Laia Martin practiced eight hours a day, five days a week from 2003 to 2007 while she was studying music in college.

Martin, 27, is now a professional concert pianist. She rejects the notion that she practiced at home that often, saying she took lessons in other towns away from home.

According to Sonia B, Martin’s practicing caused "psychic injury consisting of an adjustment disorder with anxiety symptoms to environmental stress reactive ear type." She also said she experienced symptoms including sleep disturbance, nervousness, anxiety, panic attacks and pregnancy problems.

Martin’s parents, Luis and Elizabeth, are also looking at jail time for allowing the situation to occur. In addition to prison, the prosecution is requesting that Martin be disqualified from practicing any profession that has to do with the piano for four years and a hefty fine.

During the trial on Monday, Sonia B told the court that she now hates pianos, and that Martin’s noise contamination forced her to move. The trial will continue on Tuesday and is set to end by Friday.

 

[I Should Coco]

When we were first married, Mrs. Coco and I were not amused by the loud thumping noises from the apartment above us.

My wife asked the woman about it by the mailboxes once, and was told, "I like to do aerobics videos."

Uh ... at midnight?

 

[The Big Ragu]

Several years ago, in the co-op where I live -- which is actually two buildings connected by a courtyard -- there was a couple somewhere across the way that would be constantly going at it. I don't think I could possibly do justice to just how loud and over-the-top the woman was. This is a solid 100+ year old building, and I could hear her loud and clear with the windows closed. The guy -- if it was just one guy -- gave new meaning to the word stamina. And they would constantly be going at it, at all hours. I never found out exactly who it was. I don't hear them anymore, so I assume they sold their place.

Anyhow, one day, I get this e-mail from the building's managing agent:


Subject: Love in the Afternoon (and Morning and Evening)

It has recently been brought to the attention of management and the Board of Directors, both at the mid-summer meeting and by individual shareholders, that there have been numerous cases of loud noises emanating from an apartment in XXXXX of, let's say, an amorous nature. Far be it from management, the Board of Directors or any shareholders to make any moral or social judgments on what people do in the privacy of their own home. However, this is not about passing judgment on private activity at all. It is about the very loud and somewhat embarrassing nature of the sounds. Many persons have heard them and somewhat sheepishly complained about them.

What we ask of all shareholders is that they are aware of and sensitive to all other building occupants and take measures so that they do not inadvertently share their obviously pleasurable and exciting activities in an audible way with the rest of the building.

We certainly don't want to restrict perfectly legal activity but we do want to maintain a peaceful and tranquil environment. So, we would ask that all residents take the necessary measures to ensure that they keep their activities to themselves, as we are sure has been their intention all along. It could be as simple as closing a window or maybe referencing a different page in the Kama-sutra.

Thanks you for you understanding and compliance.

PS: Apologies to Gary Cooper, Audrey Hepburn and Billy Wilder for the use of their movie in the title.

 

[Vombatus]

This will probably be a Jimmy Kimmel prank or a viral marketing campaign for a new app, but for now I can enjoy it in its glory.

When I lived in a dump in Fargo, I could hear the couple on one side of my place screaming at each other when I'd leave for work in the afternoon. When I'd return at 1:30 in the morning I'd hear the sounds of them ****ing. A circle of life.

LOL. Thanks for making me laugh and making my day.

 

[qtlaw]

When we were first married, Mrs. Coco and I were not amused by the loud thumping noises from the apartment above us.

My wife asked the woman about it by the mailboxes once, and was told, "I like to do aerobics videos."

Uh ... at midnight?

When wifey and I were in our apartment, there was a nice married couple above us, younger by a couple of years, who we went to dinner with and socialized with at times.

Well one night, there is some serious h*mping going on and I just say, oh well good night for them. Next day, wifey tells me that the upstairs occupants came down the stairwell and it was NOT the wife with the male occupant; she never forgave him. I said "damn" because he was a cool dude to me and we had fun golfing together.

 

[waterytart]

Several years ago, in the co-op where I live -- which is actually two buildings connected by a courtyard -- there was a couple somewhere across the way that would be constantly going at it. I don't think I could possibly do justice to just how loud and over-the-top the woman was. This is a solid 100+ year old building, and I could hear her loud and clear with the windows closed. The guy -- if it was just one guy -- gave new meaning to the word stamina. And they would constantly be going at it, at all hours. I never found out exactly who it was. I don't hear them anymore, so I assume they sold their place.

Anyhow, one day, I get this e-mail from the building's managing agent:


Subject: Love in the Afternoon (and Morning and Evening)

It has recently been brought to the attention of management and the Board of Directors, both at the mid-summer meeting and by individual shareholders, that there have been numerous cases of loud noises emanating from an apartment in XXXXX of, let's say, an amorous nature. Far be it from management, the Board of Directors or any shareholders to make any moral or social judgments on what people do in the privacy of their own home. However, this is not about passing judgment on private activity at all. It is about the very loud and somewhat embarrassing nature of the sounds. Many persons have heard them and somewhat sheepishly complained about them.

What we ask of all shareholders is that they are aware of and sensitive to all other building occupants and take measures so that they do not inadvertently share their obviously pleasurable and exciting activities in an audible way with the rest of the building.

We certainly don't want to restrict perfectly legal activity but we do want to maintain a peaceful and tranquil environment. So, we would ask that all residents take the necessary measures to ensure that they keep their activities to themselves, as we are sure has been their intention all along. It could be as simple as closing a window or maybe referencing a different page in the Kama-sutra.

Thanks you for you understanding and compliance.

PS: Apologies to Gary Cooper, Audrey Hepburn and Billy Wilder for the use of their movie in the title.

Remember all the complaints people have had about HOAs?

Can we get your co-op board cloned?

 

[Bradley Guire]

Someone misspelled thrust in the part about "trust and moan."

 

[Bubbler]

I take it as a point of pride that I had neighbors bang on our wall in my apartment-living days because we were too loud.

But I had nothing on a neighbor in Louisville. It was a courtyard-style apartment and she was so loud we'd all gather on our balconies to listen, and sometimes, heckle.

Her moans were painful in nature. I'm convinced she was taking it up the ass.

 

[Baron Scicluna]

I've posted this before, but it seems like a good time to post it again:

 

[wicked]

I'm convinced she was taking it up the ass.

Boots was your neighbor? Damn.

 

[SpeedTchr]

I lived in a major metro downtown for nine months in a high rise where I had to quit using my bedroom for anything but storage due to the extremely vocal same-sex couple next door. Just not easy to sleep or, well, do anything really, with two dudes going at it at full volume. It was quite uncomfortable to run into either of them in the hallway on the way out in the morning.

 

[spikechiquet]

I had a pair of girls move in above me in the house I lived in during college. It was a large, old family home that had been split into two apartments.
My bathroom was below one of the girls' bedrooms and my bedroom was below the other girls room. Both were good looking and loved to go out and meet guys (so I heard a lot of fun). I became pretty good friends with them and one of them worked with me so we left our apartments open so we could stumble in if drunk and wanted to keep up the party.
I worked at a bar, so I usually got home a bit after 3 a.m. on weekend nights and one night I was in the bathroom getting ready for bed and heard her going at it. I had a couch in my bathroom (don't ask, the house was set up weird), so I sat down and listened for the hell of it.
After they finished, I heard the guy walk down the stairs and leave in his truck. Moments later, I hear a distinctive whirring sound and she starts moaning soon after.
I waited til she was done and walked up stairs and went to her bedroom door and knocked and just yelled "Was it good for you?!" then ran back downstairs laughing.
She comes down and throws her (pretty good sized silver) vibrator at me and we both had a good laugh. She admitted the guy was awful and she faked the whole time, just to get him to leave quicker.
For the record, I still call her "Silver Bullet" and no one else knows why.

 

[YankeeFan]

Our old building was a loft, where you could hear everything in the adjoining units. Now, it was basically a commercial building, so most of the neighbors didn't live there. We had an artist studio on one side of us, and an architects office on the other side. But a couple, both artists, lived above us.

This couple hated each other. The weren't making any money. They would get drunk every night, and argue -- saying the meanest things to each other. I don't think they had sex the whole time I lived there.

On a couple of occasions, they sent us hilariously angry text messages complaining about how much noise we were making. We've saved them, and laugh hysterically about them on occasion.

 

[Monday Morning Sportswriter]

Fifteen years ago I lived in an old factory apartment. Thick outside walls, but barely anything inside. The couple next door used to fight constantly. One night, he yelled at her: "I let you **** two guys last night and you STILL wanted more?

And no, not attractive.

 

[Iron_chet]

Suburban version...

At our last house the neighbors had a hot tub that was against our fence between the two houses. The wife next door was a cute MILF who treated herself to a boob job and tummy tuck when she turned 40. After she got home from the hospital she had no problem showing all the other women her knew bolt-ons.

They always had inappropriate conversations after a few glasses of wine and I git to hear a doozy of her reaming him out because "he never brought home decent porn anymore".

One day my wife came into the living room and was saying that she was naked in the hot tub. I asked how she knew and it turned out you could see there hot tub perfectly from my infant daughter's room.

I never did see and they moved shortly, still trying to figure out if her gutter mouth was a turn on or turn off.