I hate painters and their stupid inane whistling. Or, in particular one stupid painter who's in my house at the moment whistling some tuneless dreary crap. He's not even trying to whistle a tune in particular, just a long series of gasps that sound like a dying cat's sphincter muscle releasing wind. And I make him nice hot cups of tea regularly... Argh! it's driving me crazy. Hang on, if I put some music on I can't hear him anymore. Sweet.
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