Sea Cliff

You know, it's funny what some people consider annoying...I'd even go as far as to call it ironic. Because to me, my friends, annoying does not come in many shapes and sizes. It is not unpredictable. In fact, its stout presence arrives on a train from Long Island every weekend-often festooned in something terribly annoying . Clockwork really. There is nothing you can do to prevent it from showing up and several inevitabilities hang in the balance...all of which are INCREDIBLY annoying.

First, you can guarantee that there will be annoying recollections of what makes Mr. annoying so phenomenal. Teen tours and trips to the Caribbean. GET OVER IT- YOU'RE ANNOYING.

Second, as if looking at him is not enough, you have to watch this nuisance slowly transform from a small jewish child to a full blown Korean. Just give the king of annoyance two shots of Smirnoff and he is certain to turn shades of red that no American male should be OK with. Experiencing his "changing of the seasons" eptomizes annoying.

Finally, we arrive at the pinnacle of annoying. Whatever you do, avoid sitting down for a meal with Mr. A. He will begin by complaining that his OJ is not "fresh squeezed." Shut up and enjoy the Tropicana- you're fucking annoying. Then comes the Tony Soprano special we all know and hate. Upon consuming his food, he will undoubtedly adopt the breathing habits of a slain caribou. Eating way too fast...breathing way to heavily....to the point of complete and utter annoyance.

STOP COMPLAINING ABOUT EVERYTHING BEN GORDON--YOU'RE SO ANNOYING