I fixed the porn pipe

The computer I usually talk to you on sits in a cupboard under the stairs off, the living room of the clown house. We call it "The Porn Pipe." The other day, I noticed a clicking sound and a slight rattle. I would slap the side of the tower, and it would stop for ten seconds or so, and start again.
My house mate Lynn diagnosed the problem as being a dirty fan (I live for running into dirty fans) and told me that we would have to replace the fan and clean it out.
I don't know how to fix computers, but at the time I had no idea that I had no idea about fixing computers, so I decided to drag it up to my office, disassemble the computer and clean it...What could go wrong? I'm a frikkin geenius.
When I unscrewed and opened the first panel, a little stream of dirt poured out and began filling my boot like I'm some kind of Texican hour glass. I quickly took the rest apart and spread it out on the table. As I scrubbed the innards with dish soap and bleach, I joked, "Wouldn't that be soooooo frikkin funny if I got this back together and had parts left over?" That would never happen...I'm a jeenius, and now a computer technition.
It sure was a mess in there, friends. I swept out the dirt devils and picked out the dust bunny droppings, it was just as if the Porn Pipe lives on the floor near a BMX race track and a bunch of muddy clowns. But I cleared it all, and slapped the thing back together...I can do that, because I'm a jenius.
I took it to the hole, and plugged it all back in. When I threw the switch, it popped back on, flickered, sputtered and coughed a little, and then finally settled with a loud chirping noise.
Two days later, I was clearing off my desk, and what should I find? Handfuls of computer parts, spread out across my desk.
I am NOT the kind of fella that has disassembled computer parts all over my room! Tweakers, high on meth, have computer parts strewn all over. I'm a drug free genios.
I took the parts downstairs and crammed them into the hole I had to make in the back, because I stripped all the screws, and turned it on.
Well...I'm talking to you, so I must have done it right. The only problem is that I fixed it so well it now sounds like a refrigerator made in the 50s, trying to make ice in the middle of July with the door open.
I'm a genius.