You know you want it. You can smell the distinct aroma of my bath water mixed with the stench of the printer as it slowly starts to heat up. The smell of the toner and ink is making your head spin and your heart race. You can see the spittle gathering in the corner of my mouth as I start to get worked up.
The water is so hot it's starting to scald my skin, but I don't care. I'm focused on the printer. I hate that fucking printer. It's always printing out porn on its own. My brother left it in the bathtub and I'm going to destroy it.
I take a deep breath and start bashing the printer with my fists. I feel the satisfying crunch of the plastic as it shatters under my onslaught. The water turns red with ink and toner, but I keep going. I keep hitting it and hitting it until it's nothing but a pile of rubble.
I'm panting and sweating by the time I'm finished, but I feel better. I feel like I've finally taken out my frustration on something that deserves it. That stupid fucking printer. I hope it never prints anything ever 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...
