I'm in one of those moods right now where I feel as If I could rip the head off a puppy and drink it's blood. Stupid little things sometimes can just ruin a perfectly good day. Like buying a pair of motorcycle handle bars off ebay, and when they arrive finding out that they are bent and practically fucking useless. If I wanted bent handle bars I would have kept what was on the fucking bike. I hate this fucking shit, fucking morons must of had stevie fucking wonder packing this up to ship to not see they were bent. I am not happy.