Jesus H. Frickin' Murphy on a slice of toast, my entire vocabulary outside of four-letter expletives has flown out the window, I'm soooooooo pissed. Way pissed. Totally pissed.
How dare that rat bastard deprive me of some of the best writing on the net, replete with local colour and some of the funniest lines, like, evar.
I might just have to break out the can opener. Yes, I think that's exactly the ticket.
Hide, Bob. Not that it will do you any good, but it will make the process more interesting. For me.