Now I'm getting pissed off all over again...

I was trying to put a picture of a kit cat clock next to the poem about time, but noooo...now when you click on the frigging X in the corner, you go right to the website where they sell the frigging clock...I feel gray hairs sprouting up all over my scalp as my rising blood pressure is frigging ready to make my head explode. Holy Mother of Pearl, whatever happened to frigging Royal typewriters and rubber cement?