Christophe and I are truly convinced that we live underneath a couple of cavemen. It's a couple who live together who are rather, um, heavy, and don't know how to talk at a normal volume. All day long it's yelling, and grunting, and stomping, and swearing and from time to time when they aren't fighting... a witch cackle.
They are both about 30 years old and obviously unemployed and don't like to leave their apartment all that often.
Ever since we moved in, we've been having to deal with these Neanderthals. Now as we are speaking, they are making rooster noises.... and now.... gigigtity noises. (Have you ever seen Family Guy?)
Oh and their favorite past time is using the vacuum cleaner. EVERY DAY.
Did I mention that we'll be moving in 3 months?? We just can't take it anymore.