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My Poor Nerves!

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Every single day, Mr. Bennet- bless his heart- would have to listen to the annoying, obnoxious, grating voice of Mrs. Bennet. And, every single day, he would have to endure it. For over twenty years, she nagged and nagged and nagged. She complained and complained and complained. All she ever did was whine about her "poor nerves." Slowly Mr. Bennet was losing his patience.

One day, he pulled out his AK-47 and shot her five times in the head.

And that, as they say, was the end of that.




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