I didn't scream. You didn't scream?

I won't be shouted at. Everyone shouts at me and orders me about, and I'm sick of it, do you hear?

I must remember to yell Timber! occasionally.

Next time someone tries to cut me off, tires will be smoking on the pavement as I squeal past them into my spot.

I won't shout, and I won't throw things.

And I'm also trying to have some meals, and have some snacks, and, you know, and yell at my children, and do all the normal things that keep you grounded.