Mondaze...

The sound of your voice cuts through my brain, like razorblades slicing through what's left of my self control. I can imagine the sound of my swingline busting your face. Do you have an idea what your voice sounds like, can you hear it? It's not bad enough that your voice brings forth the desire for me to crush your skull under the wheels of my car, no what's worse is that your words are all unnecessary. You speak on and on about nothing at all. Your laughter for things that aren't remotely funny, even more reason for me to slam my printer into your face. Just another case of the Mondaze.