Pet peeve of the day: Massage-therapy ads that promise to relax my soul.
Leave my soul alone. If you are touching my soul, you are standing way too close. Back up before I bite you.
This has been a public-service announcement from someone who wants you to back your shit away from her soul slowly and with your hands in the air.
Tags: Random Impulses

That's so sweet, you defending me.
It's only slightly regrettable that you misspelled, you fuck.
Awesome! I agree!