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Annoying At night I hear neighbors dogs barking, under my wheels, their dogs I'm parking. In the night, I hear things that go bump, I load up the shotgun, and give it a pump. Jehovah witnesses knocking at the front door, how I wish, I could bury them under my floor. The car in front of me driving to slow, my horn I give a constant blow. The person in front of me at the store, taking to long, some people on this Earth just don't belong. Can't seem to get an ******** even my hand got a rejection. Roller coaster breaks down, right before my turn, I've now reached the point of no return. So many things make me annoyed, maybe I need to visit Sigmund Freud. Dinner not quite ready on time, running out of things to rhyme. No electric for more than an hour, a woman that requires to much flour. Watching movies I don't like, My job is now going on strike. Wiping my *** more than once, wearing a hat that spells dunce. Wife of ten years asked for a divorce, things in life not taking the right course. **** sites that make me pay, my hair that is turning grey. My beautiful children that never call, girls that think my ***** is to small. People that think their better than me, having to pay for things that are free. Things that annoy me is such a huge list, just thinking about it is getting me ******
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Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 1:43 AM UTC
Annoying
Annoying At night I hear neighbors dogs barking, under my wheels, their dogs I'm parking. In the night, I hear things that go bump, I load up the shotgun, and give it a pump. Jehovah witnesses knocking at the front door, how I wish, I could bury them under my floor. The car in front of me driving to slow, my horn I give a constant blow. The person in front of me at the store, taking to long, some people on this Earth just don't belong. Can't seem to get an ******** even my hand got a rejection. Roller coaster breaks down, right before my turn, I've now reached the point of no return. So many things make me annoyed, maybe I need to visit Sigmund Freud. Dinner not quite ready on time, running out of things to rhyme. No electric for more than an hour, a woman that requires to much flour. Watching movies I don't like, My job is now going on strike. Wiping my *** more than once, wearing a hat that spells dunce. Wife of ten years asked for a divorce, things in life not taking the right course. **** sites that make me pay, my hair that is turning grey. My beautiful children that never call, girls that think my ***** is to small. People that think their better than me, having to pay for things that are free. Things that annoy me is such a huge list, just thinking about it is getting me ******
allen-wilbert
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Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 1:43 AM UTC
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