Did you ever have one of those days where you don't just have a hair trigger, but are in full automatic mode? You wake up and it's lock and load. Somebody looks at you funny, and you shoot first and ask questions later. Oh, really? Well, blam, blam, blam, blam. And did I mention, blam?
I believe that's as much as I can beat that metaphor mule. Wait a minute. Maybe there's something about a punk making my day. . . nope. Lost it.
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