Boom-shaka-laka-laka-boom-shaka-laka-laka-boom-shaka-laka-laka-boom!
Let me tell you what. If I have to put on pants and run down the stairs one more time tonight to tell someone to:
1) Close the SUV door; or
2) Turn down the radio
I’m going to jail for murder. What the hell? I’m going to work on my anger, and then post some good stuff later.
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