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I have this chicken recipe that calls for the meat to be pounded flat. This tends to cause some banging noise, as I pound the shit out of the chicken. So I just did this, and then our crazy landlord called and started yelling about not putting nails in the wall. He would not stop yelling somewhat incoherently, even though I interrupted and said I was making dinner. Then he started rambling about how our bathroom is still leaking, as if it's our fault. Sheesh. I must be PMSing as this has totally put into a bad mood. Cranky Jenny!

EDIT:

Hal Sparks makes everything much better.