Whenever I walk out of a convenience store pleased to feel the cool air on my face and am greeted by a steam of curse words. I look and see a mother, sitting on a cooler of beer puffing a shitty pall mall yelling at her kids while her "old man" buys some booze. That pisses me off.
When I get on the internet and see words mispelled like ciggerettes... it makes me want to punch a baby.
Hey BillyRay, they din't steal your job. Your pants don't fit. Get an education and get a job.
Happy Festivus.
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