You know... I really liked that whistle at first. It was nice, upbeat, gave off a happy feeling. It made my tummy feel all warm inside, like warm applesauce on a bitter mid-western day. But now that every mother fucker and their hamster strolls around town with their lips puckered it makes me want to rip their teeth out with a rusty needle-nosed pliers.
Stop the fucking whistles!
Stop the fucking whistles!
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