Unbridled Fist of Fury 

Man, I am angry. I mean, fuming at the temples angry. Anger is dripping down my face like syrup down waffles. I mean, I am really, truly pissed off. Every molecule of my body is screaming in fury, like a chorus of munchkins. If you walked by me, you would hear their angry ballad. I feel like i have a massive build up of stomach gas - like I really need to belch or something - but instead of it being in my stomach, it is everywhere all over my body.

This must be what it is like to be well rested.
(0) comments

This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours?