Sometimes, you just feel like burning right? And I don’t mean you burning something. I mean burning people. For the sake of my dear readers, I shall kindly refrain from exercising my skill in profanities on these people that deserved them, and spare them from the napalm that is about to spit out of my orifice.
Before I break free from the metallic chains that I imposed on myself, my dear reader, you had better make a hasty escape. Wrong door you nicompoop. That’s the door to the washroom. Better make sure you get of of this very building.