Relay-Version: version B 2.10 5/3/83; site utzoo.UUCP Posting-Version: version B 2.10 5/3/83 based; site hound.UUCP Path: utzoo!linus!philabs!cmcl2!seismo!lll-crg!dual!qantel!ihnp4!houxm!hound!ganns 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 Article-I.D.: hound.1296 Posted: Fri Aug 9 13:06:25 1985 Date-Received: Tue, 13-Aug-85 01:48:28 EDT Organization: AT&T Bell Labs, Holmdel NJ Lines: 16 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.