6 fucking 15 am. My fucking parakeets are making more noise than hungry wolves. My nephew Matthew the terrible is yelling at them " b ky-et birdies". The more he yells the more they screech the more he yells. I just got off a fucking 4 hour conference call to fucking brisbane that had abso-fucking nothing to do with me BUT because I was nice ( and I use that fucking word as loose as a prostitute on a poor man's payday ) enough to conference the call I had to suffer through it. It wasn't even in fucking english or a fucking dialect I fucking understood.