Once I was in some scout hall or something, and the bulb directly above me exploded without warning. Some dumb stinky quimfaced bastard thought I magically reached 12 feet over my head and broke it deliberately, and tried to have me kicked out, ignoring all the broken glass in my hair. My revenge came in the form of aforementioned dumb smelly quimfaced bastard continuing to be a dumb smelly quimfaced bastard.
― Pack Yr Romantic Almanac (Autumn Almanac), Friday, 28 May 2004 06:10 (twenty-two years ago)