These rebel polka kids are driving me crazy! They're tearing through my cul-de-sac in their pimped-out station wagons, blasting their obnoxious polka music even louder. And those polka girls? They won't stop screaming "Hey wrinkly!" at the top of their lungs. To add insult to injury, they just had to throw a bottle of prune juice at my window. I can't stand their disrespectful antics and the way they're ruining the peace and quiet. It's absolutely disgusting!