The walls of my apartment are pretty thin, so I can hear my neighbors pretty well when they're, say, having sex. But, let me tell you, when those neighbors are screaming and playing the bongos at two o'clock in the morning, I may as well be trying to sleep inside their apartment.

Oh, incidentally, they clearly aren't trained percussionists. I say this because, after listening to them for about ten minutes, I can't help but notice that their beatz ain't shit.