What restraint. I wonder if the impact is lessened by the spelling mistake in the final para but clearly this is to split the proverbial hairs. I wish I could write something equally witty and elegant to the wild-eyed woman next door who complained that her two little darlings have been kept awake by my boyfriend Al's (acoustic) guitar-playing when the very same FERAL little bandits apparently spend their Saturday and Sunday mornings bouncing off my bedroom wall. Happily I understand they will soon be confined to the special unit of the local private school. Justice. Found via www.passiveaggressivenotes.com.
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