Fricking elves. I left a bowl of milk out last night, but nobody polished my fricking shoes! Lazy little bastards.
First off, that hormone/drug-ladled cesspool you call 2% milk, isn't. Secondly, when I went to buff your shoes that mangeball of a cat of yours took after me as if I were a Frisky Vittles meal. We told you before - BELL THE CAT. Finally, that plant is stinky and they squished half my family under the west foundation.
Bah!