Nails on chalkboard. Sirens. Mary Hart's voice. These annoying sounds got nothin' on Billy Mays' loud, grating, deafening, earsplitting, [fill in your own adjective] voice when he's hawking OxiClean.
I was at my friend Sandra Watson's home when we both collectively—I don't even think the commercial came on—shouted out how much we hate his piercing voice.
While I'm sure Mr. Mays is a very nice man who doesn't holler at his friends and family 24-7, I want to take down, or maybe take out, this howler monkey's voice box. Can't a girl just watch late-night cable in peace?