The printer can kiss my shiny (?) white ass....

I f*cking hate our office printer...I guess the worst thing is that it seems to reciprocate that feeling. I am so angry right now, I could spit. If only I had a crowbar... This is me at my pissiest....I'm normally calm, but when something has f*cked you over as much as that printer, you tend to get a little cheezed off. Also, my jaw is feeling all weird & Peter has been snacking on something that smells like what I can only describe as a can of ass (not that I really know what a can of ass smells like) all freaking day...the smell keeps wafting over. Fark.