The scene of the crime. The scene of many crimes. Take one keyboard and add a bad day at work, or an argument with the girlfriend, or being cut off on the highway on the way home, or finding out the boyfriend googly-eyed the cashier at Walmart, or thinking “no one will ever know I went to this website”, or your neighbor looks “suspicious”, or your neighbor cuts his lawn too early in the morning, or your neighbor parties too late in the evening, or your neighbor thises, or thats or the others too much for your liking. It usually helps if you add wine to the equation. The more wine you add the more vitriol is produced. You may be thinking to yourself, “Ha! old man, I don’t have a keyboard. I have an I-pad. N’yeh!”.
( heavy sigh )
You who practice deceit,
your tongue plots destruction;
it is like a sharpened razor.
Yeah, The Purging Lutheran has been there, dumb that.
We here at The Gatwick Ranch haven’t owned that many computers with or without keyboards but computer equipment seems to burble to the top of the purge waiting line. The stuff adds up if you always think you’re going to need a beat up keyboard with crumbs and cat fur stuck between the keys somewhere down the road. We wuz wrong. It’s just junk.
1 Peter 5:8 Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour: