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