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You're like a cockroach in a fancy suit, still crawling all over my life.

You got the suit, but you still got the guts of a cockroach.

You're the cockroach at the fancy party, and you're still trying to eat my chips.

You're like a human-sized mosquito, and you don't stop biting me.

You're a mosquito with a grudge and a PhD.

You're the mosquito that won't leave me alone, even after I swatted you 10 times.

You're a fart in a velvet glove, and I can still smell you from across the room.

You got the velvet glove, but I got the stink.

You're like a fart dressed up for a ball, and I'm the one who caught the scent.