I AM COMMANDING YOU TO STOP PROCRASTINATING AND GET THE HELL BACK TO THE TOWNHOUSE AND PACK AND CLEAN BECAUSE YOU ARE ON AN EXTREMELY TIGHT SCHEDULE TO GET THE HELL OUT OF THAT TOWNHOUSE BEFORE YOU HAVE TO DO YOUR KARAOKE SHOW TONIGHT.

I HATE MY FREAKIN' ACNE.

HOLY CRAP, I WAS NOT TOLD I WOULD BE CHARGED $42 FOR THOSE FREAKIN' VITAMINS, YOU BASTARDS.

I JUST WANT A FREAKIN' LDS COUNSELOR AND THEY ARE ALL NOT TAKING PATIENTS AT THIS TIME, AND I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY NEED TO START WORKING ON MYSELF, AND THIS WHOLE PROCESS IS FRUSTRATING.

HEY WORDS WITH FRIENDS, I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT PORTSIDE IS A COMPLETELY LEGITIMATE WORD AND YOU SHOULD ACCEPT IT.

I learned the hard way that my computer at work doesn't auto-save ANYTHING.

I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT UNPLEASANT WOMAN IS STILL COMPLAINING ABOUT ME TO THE MANAGER WHICH ISN'T GOOD BECAUSE THIS MANAGER IS ANTI-KARAOKE FOR REASONS UNKNOWN AND WILL ONLY USE THIS AS AMMUNITION TO GET RID OF THE SHOW.

I HATE THIS SONG BECAUSE IT IS TWO NOTES, AND ALSO BECAUSE IT WAS BETTER WHEN IT WAS SUNG BY RUSSIAN FAUX-LESBIAN SCHOOLGIRLS AND CALLED "ALL THE THINGS SHE SAID."

I STOOD OUT IN THE FREEZING COLD FOR THIRTY MINUTES AND DIDN'T GET A SINGLE DAMN TICKET DRAWN, BUT SOME RHYMES-WITH-WITCH STOOD INSIDE THE ENTIRE TIME AND WON $5000.

MY HOME WIRELESS NETWORK ISN'T WORKING.