Not crazy but we do have "Mr. Stompy Pants" living upstairs. He's an Asian man roughly the size of my left leg, and yet he can walk with a tread that honestly sounds like he's tossing bowling balls around. To add to that he sings VERY bad karaoke at the top of his lungs, routinely. At first he was annoying, now we just sing along with him and laugh when he stomps up the stairs, we'll shout out "HEY, STOMPY'S HOME!!!"