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From: ganns@hound.UUCP (R.GANNS)
Newsgroups: net.singles
Subject: re sex problem
Message-ID: <1296@hound.UUCP>
Date: Fri, 9-Aug-85 13:06:25 EDT
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Posted: Fri Aug  9 13:06:25 1985
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On the lighter side, I once lived in a small (actually, a converted
chicken coop) house where my roommate's bedroom was directly
connected to the "study" room; the door was very thin. My roommate
considered herself to be some sort of sexual athlete, and often
(usually around exam time) I would be studying away like a good
little undergraduate, and she and her main man would come toddling
in with shit-eating grins on their faces, heading for the ol'
water bed in the next room; time of day irrelevant. Well, it
took only a few minutes to get to the point where it sounded like
someone put the cat in the dryer, so I found a good way to
short-circuit the situation. I called upon the services of my
very extensive record collection, like an earlier poster;
I found that albums like "The Coasters' Greatest Hits" (esp.
"Yackety-Yack"), Frank Zappa's "Burnt Weenie Sandwhich", etc.
would have them laughing so hard that they'd lose momentum and
quiet down. Eventually they took the hint.