I've been taking out my anger by shooting bastard pigeons that just won't fuck off.
My rage is channelled elsewhere.
( Noit happy baby orangutan, Sun 31 May 2009, 23:22, archived)

I'd really like a punching bag right now.
It's sunday night, I reakon if I venture into town I might find stuff worth punching
( Master Of Turnips. Only gays and morons believe in ghosts., Sun 31 May 2009, 23:23, archived)