Showing posts with label Noisy Sex Hyenas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Noisy Sex Hyenas. Show all posts

Friday, 19 March 2010

I'M GONNA RIP HIS HEAD OFF AND...

I'm gonna rip his head off and shit in his neck!  I'm referring to my dearly beloved Keith who was snoring AGAIN last night and I've just about had enough.  If it's not him making the earth move - for all the wrong reasons - it's Bart because he's thirsty or has his legs caught in the bars of his cot, or he's teething, or he's just being a pain in the arse like his father!

Seriously, I have not slept well or properly since January 2003, i.e.: weeks before I fell pregnant with Sarah - because once I was pregnant with Sarah, I ran a huge gamut of reasons not to sleep, which I reluctantly repeated once pregnant with Bart.  Evidently my pelvis is held together with Pritt Stick and duly fell apart under the considerable strain of carrying two not-inconsiderable babies (I had SPD).

Then Sarah had Croup - not asthma as the doctors insisted - and subjected me and only me (because Keith has nocturnal deafness!) to a very loud barking cough throughout winter.  Every winter.  Then we had neighbours who moved in and had the loudest most vigourous and frequent sex - EVER!  It just wasn't fair.  On the nights all of these things didn't happen, the moon was blue and a police helicopter hovered 3 inches above our roof all night - arghhh!

So, we're back to last night, and I was starting to list all the possible sites in which I could bury Keith's body, but decided against murdering him upstairs, as I'd have problems dragging him downstairs - what with the 13 loud bumps of his dead-weight skull crashing against every stair tread.  Hmmm, this would probably wake the children - and I clearly didn't want that!  So having decided against murdering him - for the moment at least, I won't rule it out completely - what could I do to shut him up?!  Rip his head off and shit in his neck!  True, it would dirty the sheets, but it would be worth it for a few short hours of slumber.

We've tried everything on the market and we've seen an Ears Nose & Throat specialist who told us, in his considered and educated opionion, that Keith has a "fat neck" - a medical term I believe - which is causing the snoring.  Tell me, did we pay for your medical training via our taxes Dumb-Arse?!  Nothing stops this man from snoring - nothing!  We've even had the neighbours - yes, those neighbours, banging on the wall telling him to shut the fuck up, which is a bit rich if you ask me.  I'd rather listen to Keith snoring than two hyenas disembowlling each other with garden implements - which must be what's going on in there!

So, if you know of any geniune, well tested and successful means of getting a man with a fat neck to stop snoring, please email forthwith and tell me about - otherwise I'm gonna need to borrow your shovel!

Sunday, 19 April 2009

The Howling Sexual Antics Of Those Next Door!


OH MY GOD - NOT AGAIN?! Our relatively new - adjoining! - neighbours are almost always having sex as though (a) they're trying to kill each other, (b) experimenting with garden implements, (c) they've introduced a highly sexed hyena into the proceedings, or (d) all of the above!

You could be forgiven for dismissing me as simply being envious, and it's true, I was envious of the free time they seemingly have to express their "love for each other" - right up to moment last night at 12.30am when their 7 year-old son could be heard shouting repeatedly: "MUM! ..... MUM! ... MUM! I'M TRYING TO SLEEP!" I laughed so hard I almost fell off the chandelier!

I don't know about you, but I can accept being cautioned by the police, tutted at by night fishermen - but told off by your own son ... well, that's just not right. Evidently they went off the boil after that, and never got to where they were going. Such a shame...