Fists of Rage

I would like to unleash my fists of rage first today on an Italian restaurant that gave me a dish of something they called olive oil, that may have killed my mouth. I swear, there was no olive oil in that. It tasted like something that i would not mention in polite conversation. The bread was great, but I swear, this was no olive oil. There was also some plastic thing in my gnocchi.

I would also like to unleash my fists of rage on my cell phone for jumping out of my pocket in New York City. There is absolutely no way I am getting that back. They funny thing is, I could have SWORN I had it in the car on the way back, but it is no where to be seen.

I would like to unleash my fists of rage on Matt Damon.

I would also like to unleash my fists of rage on the Spanish soccer team. I hate Spanish soccer players. They kind of look like asshole neanderthals. I think the Germany defeat is the fault of the referee for not calling ANY of Ramos's fouls, especially when he fouled Ozil the moment before he was about to score a goal.

I would also like to unleash my fists of rage on whatever genius changed the name for Saw 7. If you didn't already know, it is now called "Saw 3D- The Traps Come Alive". That has to be the worst name i have heard in my life. It barely makes sense, plus, Saw has now fallen into the terrible hellhole of new movies in 3D. I always found it hard on my eyes to watch 3D movies, and I will only be satisfied if some guys liver gets blown out into the audience and someone starts screaming. I like watching people get scared of 3D movies, it makes me happy.

I would also like to unleash my fists of rage on Blogger for not accepting my password for like 2 months.

[Update, my phone was under my bed.]

[Update, the name was changed to Saw- The Final Chapter. much better.]

...Rant