A trip to imagination land.

Many philosophers and other fraudulent characters out there will tell you this: Life, my friends, is a journey. Everyone out there is somehow trying to maneuver from point A to point B. I would like to take you on one of those journeys right now.

Imagine that you are at point A. Point A, in this case, is a forest. God knows why you're there, but that's not the issue. The issue, is that you are late to point B. And you can't be late. Now, you're swiftly moving through this seemingly neverending forest, when an object stops you. There is an object in the way of your path to non-lateness. So, what do you do? After all, you can't be late. And so, in a rage of fury, you decide to go fucking bananas on this object. You start by ripping off the limbs of the object, then you move on to knocking out it's teeth, never forgetting to sporadically stomp on all vital/sacred parts. Then comes the stick. I'm not sure where it came from, but it's there. Now, you pound this object like never before, and it feels great. Right before the last little bit of life goes out of this poor object you rub tabasco in it's eyes. Now, the time has come to set the object on fire. Luckily, the object still has enough life in it to sense the heat coming. The object before you is burning with an absolute magnificence. You did good. This object will never block someone's pathway to point B again. And so, the last thing I want you to do, is imagine that the object before you, is Ryanair. I fucking hate Ryanair.