when mine was raging at me, i used to fantasize duct-taping him to a chair, stuffing a dirty, filthy, rotten sock in his mouth, and just sittin back and watch him struggle to scream at me, with the veins sticking out in his forhead and his eyes bulging out. "MIFFITT GWEEDER THIFF, U FANKKNN FFFPHT"
i reckon that makes me sick, huh?
jeri