Are you kidding me?

The chronic whistler is back...although I may be mistaken...it could very well be a parakeet that pays rent. It's past midnight...someone is hammering. Then a woman starts singing "yooooooo camareeeeerooooo!" or something to that effect. Apparently no one understands just how thin these walls are, perhaps at 4:30am I will wake up and unleash a rippin guitar solo courtesy of Van Halen...then we'll see who's singing.