Ommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm?

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

How Jodi?

Well, it's either because:

a) it starts at a rant and goes uphill from there
or
b) it mentions British kids

I'm telling you, Jodi.....Sundays seem to bring out the very WORST in people and I'm out of patience. Thanks for the reminder. I must return to the teachings of St. Fu. I shall spread the word. Maybe it'll take.

Max, how did I know that comment was from you even before seeing your name?!

Ommmmmmmmmmmmatidium: One of the structural elements, resembling a single simplified eye, that make up the compound eye of insects and other arthropods.

If you think the chanting is bad, that's nothing compared to my Sunday morning.

The house next door, currently lived in by the youngest son of the owners, and his equally thuggish friend, routinely plays their music really loud, with all the windows open.

This wouldn't be so bad if they had either and/or:

1) Any taste whatsoever, beyond their daily piss-beer chugging neanderthal existence
2) Any musical knowledge or taste.

This week, however, they've discovered rap. Yes, 15 years after the rest of the world, the grunt twins are getting down wid der hommies.

Except, they're not their hommies, because these guys are to hulking, thuggish, pasty-faced white boys, who've probably never set food outside their white-bread America bubble.

The only thing more pathetic, when it comes to rap, is middle-class white British kids, pretending they're gangstas.

Anyway, these fuckers next door are blasting out some gangsta rap, the lyrics of which they're no doubt clueless about, all fucking day long.

Grrrrrrr.

Give me an Ommmmm any day.

Ommmmmmmmmm.