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D***ed infernal magic box they call a Computer
Some times I hate my computer. There are times we actually lived back in the darkages. Things were so much simpler. If you had a problem with someone that couldn't be setteled through talking. you simply killed them and got on with your life however short it might be.
I am not the smartest tool in the shed I'll admit that much. The damed thing gets on my nerves when it sits here and laughs at me. Cause I have donesomething wrong or can't figure it out for an hour or so.
There has been several times I have wantted to drag it out into the street and proceed to Wail on it with my baseball bat or closest thing to a club I can get my hands on. Then get in my Jacked up Bronco and run over it several times. Finally finishing it off with my 12 gauge shotgun. And maybe a good swift kick to a few of the remaining fragments.
However it sits there and smiles Cause it knows I can't affod to run right out and buy a new one to replace it. Like it would matter much. The new one would be even smarter then the old one.
By the Gods its a vicious circle.
It took me over an hour to get my signiture rehosted on a sight that wouldn't link the picture to the rest of my supermotors page. And a couple of PM's to Lightining Who is a vary patient and forgiving person.
That is all my Rant is over.
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I am that which you Fear !
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