It's A Jelly Hellishday With Mary

Idiots make me want to hang-glide to Korea, hijack a nuclear facility and detonate their bathrooms with thorium blasts. Retards make me want to channel Jack The Ripper and learn crochet using their intestines. As you can glean from the preceding affectionate declaratives I've had a spectacular time at work. Judging from the heated debates the next few days won't come near around the hundred mile radius of a Mary Poppins scene. Anyone knows how to assemble a home-made hang glide?