Had a similar misshap, got drunk on cheap moonshine and a few sips of wine, I was wasted but still mostly stable, then someone offered popcorn, to help my stomach calm down. Thing is, the popcorn was badly burnt, so two fistfulls and it was a trip to the bathroom. I come back and grab another two fistfulls, two minutes later another trip to the bathroom to throw up. This continued several times before they put the popcorn away.
Anyways, the real reason I'm here, some truly headsplitting rage. Remeber those fires that burnt the majority of the countryside around my hometown. That were finally put out by some rainstorms (which came when everything was dead), because the fire department is broke, understaffed and underequipped (so much that Russia flew in some choppers to help put out the fires). And after it was all done the minister in charge of the particular branch of goverment came back from a vacation and claimed it was a successful operation.
Yeah, that crap, well apparently a highway is supposed to go trough some of the once forested areas, areas which were full of endemic species of animals and plants (mostly trees), and as such were considered protected as natural reserves or something. Well those areas would be off limits to the highway, but, if they by some freak chance all burned to the ground, they would be a viable route, and as such would sell for lots of shiny money to the state.
So, if my rage had explosive potential, I'm pretty sure I'd wipe the entire country clean of life. Because fuck those people, and fuck everything they hold dear, and fuck everything they ever accomplished with a bloody fucking large stick full of fucking rage.