Un naufragio personal

Ángel Ortega

The Rise Of The Machines

Me: Printer, please express yourself by rendering on paper this document of mine I carefully elaborated.

Printer: [dramatic silence]

Computer: Printer not found

Me: Fuck [cancels document]

Printer: OK, but let me first blot three pages of half-baked, screwed-up garbage and jam on the fourth

Me: I hope you choke on that fucking sheet and die in horrible agony. No! No! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, don't do that!

Printer (to computer): What a wimpy fucker