Goddammit, this totally pisses me off! I have absolutely nothing to bitch about, but I’m totally in the mood to complain and swear and bitch bitch bitch!
Damn it all.
PMS Monster ?
::runs away::
::peeks in and see’s Monster ranting and raving about nothing:
::decides to better not say anything::
::closes door silently and wanders off::
::SMACK::
::Swift kick in the gnads::
There.
Now you got something to bitch about.
Monster, may I recommend what I have been doing tonight? Making stupid, corny, sarcastic comments on threads I don’t really care about.
This purges the system.
Hey, don’t feel so bad, everyone. I have to live with his moron.
Fuck! Let me help! Fucking mother * fuckers *! How DARE they! Goddamn it all to hell! This just absolutely sucks the donkey dong! Fucking BITCHES!!!
:: peeks in again, see’s Brunetter raving ::
:: shakes head, closes the door ::
:: thinks to self, i really need to find a better job ::
Fuck and stuff?
Sure, i can do that for ya. 
::evil giggles:: Mission accomplished 
Damn you ChiefScott, you bastard. Just when I found something to bitch about, you had to give me another one. And SPOOFE, shut the fuck up before I kick your sorry ass.
Don’t you just hate that spot on your back that you can’t quite reach when it itches? It pisses me off!
I’m just in a fucking pissy mood!
Yes I have a reason.
Fuckwads.
I could rip the head off a rabbit right now and feed it to my large dog.
Ungrateful assholes…
I could take candy from a kid and throw the sugary shit in the street.
I could smack around a perfectly nice little old lady.
So there, got a problem with that?
If you do, fuck you and the broom handle sticking out of your ass.
Mission? What mission?
:: hears in the backround - This message will self destruct in 5… 4… 3… 2… OH shit! ::
BOOM!!!
:: peeks out from undercover, looks around ::
Missed! HA 
Hmmmmm.
::tiggeril pulls out the SECRET WEAPON::
I’d hoped I wouldn’t have to resort to this, but…
::tiggeril pops in earplugs::
::Britney Spears starts playing::
How’s that for pain?
AAHHH!!! Make it stop! Please, tigger, I’ll do anything! Anything, just turn it off! ::wimpering::
Ok, ok. That’s enough…
::tiggeril wraps a warm blanket around Monster and hands him a cup of cocoa::
Everything’s going to be just fine…
::as Lou Bega starts playing::
Oops… did I do that?
Monster, shut your whiny lil’ mouth ‘fore I shut it FOR you, you stinkin’ son of a luminescent light bulb. :shmack::
You say sumthin? I can’t hear a blooming thing from that explosion. WHAT! Speak up fer crying outloud! WHAT!