Working Out or Having Sex?

Contrary to popular belief, I'm a pretty laid back person. It takes a lot to get to me. Yeah, I don't like many people, but that doesn't mean I'm not nice to them. On the rare occasions, I see a fellow tenant in my building, I'm always sure to give them a smile and hope they have a pleasant day. It's just the courteous thing to do. In fact, I'm pretty sure it's in every lease and in the friendly neighbor handbook you get when you move in. (If you don't have one, you can obtain your copy at: www.itscommonsense.com.) Also, in this aforementioned handbook you will find your apartment's noise policies, which state on page 54 Section XXI Paragraph M:

...As a courtesy to your neighbors, there is no need to furiously fornicate and/or jump rope at all hours of the day/night... especially if your building is not sound proofed and your wholesome neighbor below you can pinpoint your exact location at every point in time.

Okay. You got me. There is no handbook, but there should be. Seriously though, folks, my upstairs neighbors are either hardcore about working out or hardcore porn stars. I find myself constantly asking an age old question: Are they working out or having sex? Whatever they're doing up there, they need to stop or at least do it at, I don't know, not peak sleep hours. Everyone knows I need my sleep or I'm not a joy to be around, as I usually am.

Whenever I am home, all I here is jumping and whipping sounds. At first, it was just jumping, but I could hear their bed creak, which led me to believe that they were just bumping uglies. Totally understandable. It happens. But then I started hearing it in other parts of my apartment. The jumping noises have moved from above my bed to above my bathroom and then above my kitchen. I thought nothing of it and thought my neighbors were just getting frisky all over the place. Again, nothing wrong with that. They are in the privacy of their own home. Before I knew it, these noises started to involve some sort of rope. (Let your imagination do what it will with that.) Were these people getting kinky? Or jumping rope? The noises became more and more frequent. All day and all night, I would just hear constant jumping. I was fine with it at first, but now, it's starting to get to me.

There have been a number of occasions where I have been tempted to march up there and tell them to cut it out, but part of me doesn't want to be that neighbor. I've wanted to do the old broomstick the ceiling, but I don't have a broom and if I did, I would not want to muck up my ceiling. What do I do? I'm asking for your advice, friend of friends.

Help!