I would like to get a monster truck, put Sluggo the crashing computer in the middle of the street, and run the truck over it, again and again and again.
That, to, would be a fitting fate for this vile machine, and would satisfy my lust for virtual blood. I think Sluggo knows it, too. It has decided to behave, for the moment. Probably not for long, though. It never is for long. But, if I could afford a replacement, Sluggo would be dust.
This particular computer will probably go away forever whether I talk about it or not. It is a sick little machine, (and probably far less smart than most of the hair in the world, anyway.)
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