They exist to annoy the crap out of me. My little brother got a fake, cheap, stupid, retarded, mini guitar and yesterday, he kept playing (and he can't play) it downstairs. I turned my music up really loud, and I could still hear him.
Today, he played it upstairs WHILE I WAS SLEEPING and he played it loud. Then I got up and came downstairs and so did he--with his guitar. I asked him to go upstairs and play it. He said no. Then he told me that he'd play it really loud tomorrow morning and wake me up. (Not if he can't find it. When he leaves, I'm planning on hiding it.) Now he's playing it down here AND IT'S REALLY GETTING ON MY NERVES. I want to murder him right now. Anyone wanna help?
Signed
Ruler Of Krynn
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Ummm... Once again, why should I put this?
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