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11th September, 2001Our parents worried at the ease with which a tennis racquet became a weapon. The junkyard was a natural battleground lined with trenches, ripe for fresh assault. Enemy scouts would prowl about in search of our boys, before we leapt from behind the wreckage of a burnt Fiesta, dressed as soldiers or pirates or knights, to open fire. In one day, I could kill twenty mounted men with an umbrella. The boy with the silver whistle preferred to call an artillery barrage of tins and so the anarchy of combat reigned skirmish after skirmish until on an autumn afternoon we11th September, 2001


A Guide to Verbal Poo-FlingingI love ranting. I love reading rants. Call me a pessimist, but there's something that warms the heart of my bottom when I read somebody's essay on every reason why American football is a money-wasting practice in futility. Negative criticism is just fun to read as well as informative- if you're a filmmaker and read rants about films, you'll know exactly what not to film.A Guide to Verbal Poo-Flinging
There is an art to ranting, believe it or not. I've read good rants; I've read bad rants. So how does one rant properly, you ask? Well, allow me to adjust my monocle and pour some drinks, because I'll give you my own two cents on proper ranting.
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