Irritation

We went to the most incredible concert last night, and the lead singer, that son of a gun, blew us away.

I have had enough of his constant complaining; it's time for him to find some solutions.

I'm sick to the back teeth with his constant excuses for not completing his work on time.

After the argument, his mood became as sour as vinegar, and he refused to speak to anyone.

The constant interruptions and noise in the office drive me to distraction; I can't concentrate on my work.

They are frustrated with that son of a bitch neighbor who never respects their privacy.