And then you called me

I forgot all about the promise you made when you said you'd call me to prove how noisy your floor could be, and how annoyed you could get around these rowdy co-inhabitants at the second floor. It's been a month, I think. I picked up and you said, "naririnig mo?" (can you hear it?) as if I knew what exactly you were talking about.

But we love to talk. Damn, we do!