I'ed like to rant about not being allowed to vent about what I want to rant about. If I wanna vent about something, I'm gonna vent about it. Damn the rules! Venting is venting, ranting is ranting. You can't saddle the wind, how can you leash the vent? Let alone muzzle the ranter, let alone the rant. If I can't rant, I'm gonna vent about it. If I can't vent, I'm gonna rant about it. Which nullifies your attempts to circumvent my vent. You'll wonder where your peace of mind went if you attempt to prevent the vent! You know you can't supplant my rant, I don't have to and I just can't contain my rant, ergo you can't recant my right to rant the rant I need to rant, which is why I rant this rant I wish to rant, even though you say I can't. I came, I saw, I vented. Whether it is nobler to vent the vent or to rant the rant, seldom is heard a discouraging can't, 'cause the ranting drowns out your nay. Hey! So, now that you have been schooled on the unlimited range of rant, the vast vistas of vent, we have shared time well spent. Now I'm off to rant and vent, free to vent the rant I will now invent. Cheeseballs! Can they be prevented? Are they the fruitcake of the new millenium? Rant and vent. Vent and rant. You said I couldn't but you just can't!
