I am the embodiment of halcyon tranquility.
I must not put my fist through my laptop screen, however tempting it may be, for Canterbury's exchange fellating the foetid smeg from the underside of Hitler's dead and decaying foreskin is not the fault of my laptop.
I also must not put my fist through my laptop screen because Vista being as stable as a PTSD-suffering former US Marine rape victim who is currently being threatened with a machete is also not the fault of my laptop.
I must not hunt down Canterbury's telephone exchange and introduce the nearest telephony engineer to a world of pain he and/or she never believed possible, for killing people is illegal, no matter how gratifying it may be.
Impaling a wax figuring imbued with a fragment of the blackened soul of Bill Gates with needles coated with cyanide is not an appropriate use of my time.
Punching the wall next to my piano will hurt, and it will not change the situation one iota, except to possibly send it in the direction of the nearest hospital.
The katana in my wardrobe are blunt; testing them out on passers-by is a pointless exercise that will only serve to get me arrested.
I also must not put my fist through my laptop screen because Vista being as stable as a PTSD-suffering former US Marine rape victim who is currently being threatened with a machete is also not the fault of my laptop.
I must not hunt down Canterbury's telephone exchange and introduce the nearest telephony engineer to a world of pain he and/or she never believed possible, for killing people is illegal, no matter how gratifying it may be.
Impaling a wax figuring imbued with a fragment of the blackened soul of Bill Gates with needles coated with cyanide is not an appropriate use of my time.
Punching the wall next to my piano will hurt, and it will not change the situation one iota, except to possibly send it in the direction of the nearest hospital.
The katana in my wardrobe are blunt; testing them out on passers-by is a pointless exercise that will only serve to get me arrested.