Tere are currently four children outside my window yelling and blowing on A DUCK CALL.
Why me? Why must I suffer? What did I do, aside from lose my mind constantly, and on a daily basis, and tell my last g/f that I hoped she died, and then a week later SHE DID.
Why am I so bad?
PS This is real... there really are four brats out there with a DUCK CALL