What I do have is the knowledge that I will continue to get as many blowjobs as I want. Cue the "yeah but you pay for it" rebuttle as the only vein that functions in your body, the one bulging from your prominent forehead, throbs with disgust.

At least my heart attack will come from too much pleasure. Yours, too little.

Buddha was right: Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. Sniff, sniff....hey! What's that smell? Oh...your smoldering flesh....DOH! Even the Sanskrit's Enlightened One is laughing at you. Tsk. Tsk.