I've been reduced to threatening my television. The Tri-Nations rugby season has begun and it seems my cable provider no longer carries the station showing it. I'm yelling at the ugly transmissions box, demanding it show a channel that is all likely not there.
I think I'll go outside, where it's been raining for nearly a week (and I can't tell you how much that pleases me, especially when living on the third bump of hell's right testicle); but I think I'll go outside and find some stray cats to yell at, even though all they do is look at me like I'm a retarded gorilla that ate their fish. Then, I feel guilty and get them some fish.
I think I'll stick with yelling at people and telelvisions that won't give me rugby.
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