Guess what? I got angry because...

Guess what? I got angry because...

it turns out that I'm really allergic to cabbage. Like seriously, you wouldn't want to be present if I accidentally see cabbage. RAGE! Anyway, my "best" friend invited me over for

a tantric cereal sessions. My "best" friend is

a serial killer. I never expected it, but overhearing that conversation on the phone had blown my mind.

I've already angered a video artist, a Marvel fanatic, and a few penguins. I've been the receiver of enough anger for a lifetime. But I couldn't shake the feeling that I needed to

take a seat and work on my circular breathing. A good didgeridoo session often helped set things right, so I pulled out my ridgy-didge and inhaled deeply, the sound was

preternaturally deafening. I was no longer in control of my breathing; rather than being exhaled by me, my breath was being forcefully sucked into the didgeridoo I held in my hands

I throw it down and suck in as much air as my lungs would let me. "Why the hell did I choose this instrument? It is horrible to play and it sounds like a dying duck. I huff in hate

as I search for a music maker that won’t cause me to hyperventilate whenever I play it. Suddenly…There it is! It’s boxy, it tunes easily, and it’s electrified. It’s an AM/FM RADIO!