My wife's puppy peed on our bed today. Having this time been the third time we've had to change the sheets in a week or so, I lost my cool. I just started yelling/grunting as loud as I could at my wife's puppy instead of tearing it limb from limb like my vivid imagination was playing out simultaneously.
After three lung-full yell/grunts, I opened our door, made a quick right to the bathroom where my wife was, and had told her said puppy had pissed on the bed. I then U-Turned it back to our bedroom, looked at our door, yelled/grunted at it, then puched it as hard as I could. Having heard a very satisfying bam! ka-clang-bang sound from my fist, the metal rack bouncing backwards back into the door, and the numb tingily oh so good pain in my knuckles, I proceeded to do it again.
Realizing that violence towards others is not a good thing, I proceeded to my pipe, and headed out back for some calmage.
Without turning this into omfgbloglife: I still feel like ripping some faces off.
After three lung-full yell/grunts, I opened our door, made a quick right to the bathroom where my wife was, and had told her said puppy had pissed on the bed. I then U-Turned it back to our bedroom, looked at our door, yelled/grunted at it, then puched it as hard as I could. Having heard a very satisfying bam! ka-clang-bang sound from my fist, the metal rack bouncing backwards back into the door, and the numb tingily oh so good pain in my knuckles, I proceeded to do it again.
Realizing that violence towards others is not a good thing, I proceeded to my pipe, and headed out back for some calmage.
Without turning this into omfgbloglife: I still feel like ripping some faces off.
-Hell Raiser