It IS called "Good Friday"

If I'm hearing loud moaning from the apartment below me at 10 am, do you think my neighbor is watching porn or engaging in some impressively loud @#$%ing? The student apartments I live in do not have thin walls. They're made of cement and cinder block. (I like to think of them as prison cells with private bathrooms and cable and phone hook-ups.) So you have to make some noise to penetrate (ahem!) these walls and ceilings. Also, consider that I had the radio on and could still hear "Oh God! Yeah! Ahhhh! Ohhh!" I don't think someone downstairs stubbed her toe. The sheer, shall we say, enthusiasm and volume of the noise leads me to believe my neighbor was watching porn. But hey, that's being cynical. Besides, how many people watch porn before noon? Highly unlikely, right?

I doubt I'll ever find out - and quite frankly, I hope I never do. But just in case, I think I'll leave two bottles of water and a pack of cigarettes outside my neighbor's door.