When he lived here, he moved beside me in my grandma's house for a couple months before he moved to the states. My life was absolute hell. Jonny is annoying. Annoying. Annoying. Annoying. Annoying. I call him juffin; somehow suits him. You see, Juffin likes lawnmowers. A lot. He would run across the street to the park, stand on the highest hill, where he heard a lawnmower in the distance. He would stand on that hill until that lawnmower stopped. All the while hes moaning, "UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH<gasp for air> UHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Then his dad would come out and yell at him "JONNY GET DOWN FROM THERE!" Jonny never did. His dad had no power over him.
Waht made me mad was, well jonny. But I had to cut the lawn. That was my job. So every FREAKIN day, jonny would come around me asking me to cut the lawn. "Doidano cut da lawn!" Me-"JONNY I CUT IT HALF AN HOUR AGO, ITS ALREADY cut. He just didn't understand. "Uh you gona cut da lawn?" Whenever I cut the lawn he would stare, drooling, making weird sounds.
One day I had enough. I was on my deck, outta nowhere, Jonny appears below my deck. "Hey! you gona cut da lawon??" ME- "THATS IT!"
I look around, and spot a tennis ball. I pick it up, and throw it as hard as I can at Juffin. BOOM nails him right in the face. Juffin goes down, hard. "AWHAWHAHAHAHA I HATE YOI DOIDANO!!" and he runs away making wild animal sounds.