Why? Then you would have to confess to having a heart.
Well, Bowling Green is not just a college town, it's an old college town. The older part of town borders the university campus, thus most of the houses have fireplaces. The residential ones have mostly boarded them up, but the sorority houses also make their homes among them. Now, sororities in our town are fairly famous for not having much cash to hand, so several of them never bothered to board over the brick in some of the rooms.
Brick is not noted for it's sound retention.
When I was but a budding lad of fourteen (three years ago), some of my friends discovered, quite by accident (If you believe that, there's a big red bridge I'd like to sell you.), that, if you were nimble, you could get into the chimneys and...hear things. One night, I went without said friends (for obvious reasons not fit for description on this site; they involve issues of sight) and overheard a...very strange (to my (fairly) virgin ears, anyway) conversation. One female voice said something along the lines of "I have a confession." another responded "What is it?" "I'm lesbian." "Of course you are. So am I."
Of course, there was quite a bit of hemming and hawwing over it, but that's the gist. This conversation was followed by...some rather interesting sounds.
I was quite displeased to find I had left my awl at home that night. (My friends and I had used an awl to bore discreet holes through the old brick for certain reasons, again pertaining to sight.)
That's the expanded version of the first one I hinted at. I've got others, mostly about drinking (from my brother) and some other ones about Halloweens in the old neighborhood. Still interested?
I should quit alluding to crude terms and use them.