Zounds! I'm in a genuine pisser of a mood today. I suppose it has something to do with the fact that I've not slept a heck of a lot since my obnoxious neighbor decided to play basketball at 3:30 in the morning, last Wednesday.
I'm of the firm belief that the stupid people of this world should be blown up. It wouldn't take much either. I mean, all we'd really need to do is remove a few warning labels, and the world would be a much better place. Take my neighbor, for example. I really want to sneak into his house and peel off the label on his toaster oven that says "do not use in the bathtub." And, while I'm there, I may even take a magic marker to some of the plastic bags in his house to make them read "This bag is [scribble] a toy."
Play with the bag, dear neighbor. Play with the bag while you're taking a bath, and HEY! Make yourself some Hot Pockets and pizza rolls while you're at it. Yum!
Now, don't get me wrong. I don't want to kill my neighbor. I want him to kill himself. And trust me, after some of the things he does, it's clear that it's only a matter of time before he does himself in, but I'd kind of like to get that ball rolling so I can get a good night's sleep.