Ever had someone piss you off so much that you had to go outside and do something just do something just do it and you swipe up your net bag of pingpong balls and you curl out the door to the courtyard and there's a trashcan so you throw the pingpong balls into it one by one and curse when you miss then curse when you've filled it because there's still all these damn pingpong balls in this damn bag and they still have to be thrown at something fill something else other than the damn net bag because if not then it's just not over cuz nothin's really over until the last pingpong ball is out of that damn bag and somewhere else where you just don't have to see it anymore so you take the bag and walk down the alley til you hit a sewer and sewers are even better because they don't just let the pingpong balls sit there they take them away and bonk rats in the nose in the dark and make 'em drown the little bastards so you throw the pingpong balls in the sewer but the grate's just not wide enough to let the pingpong balls through into the murky trickle so you have to stomp them through the grate so they mash in and bulge out in other places and can never be used for pingpong again but that's okay cuz you don't figure you'll be playing much of that particular game for awhile and anyway pingpong balls are cheap?

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