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Mine was my own computer. No longer did I have to share a sticky keyboard with my brother, who seemed to throw everything he drank over it; nor did I have to defrag, uninstall and re-install games every week due to Karl filling the system up with crap like "101 Dalmations Paint Studio". Nor did I have to pop the ball out of the rollerball to clean it every other day, or fight for my right to do my english homework on the computer over his right to play Diablo.
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The wolf is as cunning as he is ferocious; once he's had a taste of flesh then nothing else will do.
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