He says it – yowzaa! – all the time. At the end of every sentence. I’m telling you that word, which isn’t really even a word, is driving me bonkers. If he says it one more time I’m going to stuff his mouth full of dirty sweat socks. I’m going to bash him in the face with a cast iron skillet (wait, I don’t have a cast iron skillet). I can’t take it any more!
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