Listen up, you goofy little pecker head. When you sit out in your driveway, racing your crappy, old, loud-ass, truck motor and blasting your lame selection of two or three monotonous songs at top volume, it makes the windows of my house vibrate. This makes me angry and causes me to think about bad things that should be done to you.
One of these days that scrawny little neck and that bony little rib cage of yours will grow to match your gargantuous feet and hands, but until then, you're still an annoying little pup who needs a curfew. What's wrong with your parents? Your umbilical cord site isn't even fully healed yet and you are allowed to come and go as you please and your parents haven't bothered to tell you that other people don't necessarily want to hear your favorite song 6 times while they are trying to sleep.
Your angry neighbor
PS: Your little brother is even more annoying than you are and he doesn't have a soul. I think he's a stepford child.