Baby I Ain't Foolin'
Way back when this were all fields, and I was a student, I shared a house with - amongst other long-haired reprobates - a couple who insisted on shagging as loud as possible. Maybe it really was that exciting, maybe they were showing off. Who knows?
One afternoon a couple of housemates and I were nattering on the landing when a familiar sequence of panting, grunting and thumping noises drifted down from the attic. We blinked, looked at each other, and realised that it sounded not entirely unlike the rude noises in the middle of Led Zeppelin's Whole Lotta Love. In the interests of Science, we queued a tape of Led Zep II up to the appropriate moment on a handy ghetto blaster, cranked it as loud as possible and waited until they noticed.

I can no longer hear that song again without hearing the pounding stop, a woman yell "BAAASSSTAAAARRRDS!" down the stairs at us, and a bunch of hairy rockers giggling uncontrollably.
(Astatine, Wed 30 Mar 2005, 1:26, Reply)