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The Murder Pipes
It occurred to me this evening, that even regular visitors to my home may not know about The Murder Pipes.
When we moved into this apartment, we realized that we were in for some noise. We have a loud dog just down the hall; upstairs neighbors who come home at 3 in the morning sounding like a herd of drunken elephants; and four children and a baby right across the hall. We are also very near the front door which means we hear the buzzer every single time. Plus, sometimes the kids across the hall play by locking eachother out and then buzzing and buzzing to get let back in. Hilarious!!
But in the end, all those noises are no match for The Murder Pipes.
Every so often and for no particular reason, our bathroom pipes emit a ridiculously loud, high pitch sound that could easily be mistaken for a woman being visciously stabbed to death in the next room. It is a horrible, disturbing, almost Flanders-like wail that I probably could not bear to hear if I was say, on acid. As such, there has been no acid since moving in here. Well that, and I'm really getting too damn old to be dropping any damn LSD. Anywhooo...if you hang out at my place long enough, you too shall hear:
The Murder Pipes.
When we moved into this apartment, we realized that we were in for some noise. We have a loud dog just down the hall; upstairs neighbors who come home at 3 in the morning sounding like a herd of drunken elephants; and four children and a baby right across the hall. We are also very near the front door which means we hear the buzzer every single time. Plus, sometimes the kids across the hall play by locking eachother out and then buzzing and buzzing to get let back in. Hilarious!!
But in the end, all those noises are no match for The Murder Pipes.
Every so often and for no particular reason, our bathroom pipes emit a ridiculously loud, high pitch sound that could easily be mistaken for a woman being visciously stabbed to death in the next room. It is a horrible, disturbing, almost Flanders-like wail that I probably could not bear to hear if I was say, on acid. As such, there has been no acid since moving in here. Well that, and I'm really getting too damn old to be dropping any damn LSD. Anywhooo...if you hang out at my place long enough, you too shall hear:
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