Right after I posted the previous drivel, my inner drill sargent was screaming, “Yeeewww maggot! At least you got computers to play with! At least you can go to the friggin’ movies! Just get off yer whiny tailfeathers and fix ’em! And quit yer bellyachin’!”
Of course, as with all my inner shouting matches, it devolved into calling myself a “vacuous, toffee-nosed, malodorous pervert”.
(I got even though. I called myself a big, blue meanie under my breath. I hope I didn’t hear that!)
*pats your back and refills your beer* There, there.
Look, I came here for an argument!
Stupid git.
I’m sorry. This is abuse.