Two things:
1. People are psychotic drivers. Chemical imbalance as result of snow and SUV ownership takes over their brains; they believe they are invincible and go outside to test the theory (which reminds me...what's up Brown One? Remember how you thought the word was invisible? That still gets me.)
2. I cannot stand the sound coming out of the room adjacent to my own. If this office were a recording studio, I would document this in some audible form and download the shit into cyberspace so you might judge it for yourself and complain with me in a resounding chorus. Clarinets in attempt to reach the same pitch.
Violins pulling the devil's voice from instruments in unison.
Percussive little....bastard people.
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