It was a dark and stormy night.
The wind was howling and the rain was lashing down.
I stood on the roof of our twenty storey apartment, looking down at the street below. In my arms I held the smelly, disgusting, fucking stupid printer that my brother had left in the bathtub.
I was going to throw it off the roof.
I was sick and fucking tired of this printer printing out porn on its own. It had been doing it for weeks - no, MONTHS - and my brother refused to do anything about it.
I had had enough.
It was time to get rid of this printer once and for all.
I took a deep breath, and then I threw the printer off the roof. It fell down, down, down, until it smashed into pieces on the pavement below.
I felt a sense of satisfaction as I watched the pieces of the printer scatter across the ground. That was one printer that would never fucking print out porn again.
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The Printer Chronicles
RandomWe've all been there. You want to take a bath, but your brother put his stupid printer in your bathtub again, and to make matters worse, his printer is a fucking douchebag and keeps printing porn on its own because it KNOWS how much it pisses you of...
