#barbiemd

Ahhh, jeez, if it isn't Cheryl, Barbie, and...eh, whatever, you're not too bad but don't tell the others...

[Here it comes: The Dreaded Rant.]

Y'know, it's bad enough when you unbe-hee-heeee-lievably stupid numbskulls sit at my table that I'm enjoying--[breaks into a poor rendition of the song]--allll byyy myyyyseeee-eeelf--during lunch, dinner, or hell, even breakfast, when I feel even more like murdering everybody within a thirty mile radius--

Or even, no, especially, during my soaps time, or god so help you and even he has no authority here, during my gym time, but--for the love of--

[Then he grows deadly quiet, and the prominent vein in his forehead twitches.]

Why. did. you. three. come. HERE?

I can think of a million other things I'd rather do than be subjected to the company of you three, and that even includes sacrificing my children to the ＤＡＲＫ ＬＯＲＤ ＪＯＲＤＡＮ, but here I am, looking at the likes of you all, and I--oh, oh, here it comes-- [here he imitates vomiting into an imaginary toilet or garbage can, he's not picky--just a jerk].

Sorry, just had to purge myself of the thoughts of homicide I will inevitably be committing here.