The Schmompers!

I live in a world where my neighbours Schmomp! A word that describes the sound of their incredibly irritating form of walking! Oh woe is me the boy who lives below the Schmompers! They walk about, day and night! do they have jobs? I do not know but, they do seem to always be home. All I can think is I am like that weird old hermit from Friends who bitches about the loud music in Rachel and Monica's apartment. You know, that guy who when he dies leaves all of his shit to Chandler. Oh god they are now moving furniture I hope. Sometimes I sit in my livign room distracted from my reading by their walking and I try to imagine what the fuck they are doing to make so much noise. All I normally end up envisioning are some obese people using chairs like walkers so that they can make it to the fridge to get more ben and jerry's before the next episode of Big Brother begins. Save me from the Schmompers!