If a man cuts his finger off while slicing salami at work, he blames the restaurant. If you smoke three packs a day for 40 years and die of lung cancer, your family blames the tobacco company. If your neighbor crashes into a tree while driving home drunk, he blames the bartender. If your grandchildren are brats without manners, you blame television. If your friend is shot by a deranged madman, you blame the gun manufacturer. And if a crazed person breaks into the cockpit and tries to kill the pilot at 35,000 feet, and the passengers kill him instead, the mother of the crazed deceased blames the airline. I must have lived too long to understand the world as it is anymore. So, if I die while my old, wrinkled butt is parked in front of this computer, I want you to blame Bill Gates... OK? see also   Computer  &  Relationship  Sections   Read Your Book Case Trash Bin Parking Train Hits Deer Dog Face or Dog Butt? Redneck Carriage Car Fishing Trip in New Zealand Baby's Eviction Notice Australia 101 For Tourists New Parking Spot For Women Bestist Perfect Circle Work At Home Mom German Car Parkade Conversation Chair Despicable Watermelon Popcorn Cremation Bus Stop Police De-Tail: Down-Wind Protocol Tell Me Why You Can't Work Canadian Drive-Thru

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