Pet Peeve

I’m sorry, I’m sure you’re a nice guy — it’s just that when you sing to me you make me want to rip a hole in my neck and scream through it and never stop until I run out of breath and lapse into unconciousness.

And if I wake up and find you serenading me, I’ll get really annoyed.

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