I crack myself up sometimes...

I have some downstairs neighbors that, let's say, let their passions run away with them... a lot. Well, this afternoon, I was kind of fed up with it a little, since this is something they do sometimes three or four times a day, and she's a screamer on top of it. So, when I could hear the events unfolding downstairs and noticed that the pictures on my walls were, shall we say, moving to a steady beat, I turned on some music... rather loud music, mind you. And what song was I playing you ask? How about Miserable by Lit. I think I got my point across when I heard the screamer say she could hear the music and they stopped quite suddenly. Yea! It worked! Maybe they'll get the point...