To the Asshat in the Big Fuck Moving Truck: Thank you, SO much, for parking behind me in the small Suds & Soda parking lot. Also, might I add, thank you for looking at me when I honked at you and pointed towards your truck and then continuing into the store. Your attentiveness to the problem at hand was GREATLY appreciated. I'm glad the three people parked to the right of my decided to all leave at the same time, so that I could swing my car around and get out that way, since I'm sure it would have taken you fifteen minutes to pick up your lottery tickets and decide which soda you were in the mood for today.
Just because your truck could hit my car without doing any major damage to you, does not mean I don't exist, Me
How do people not realize that bull-riding is rigoddamndiculous?! What I think we should do is, instead of the bulls, let's tie a rope around the COWBOY'S balls and put a big redneck in a stetson on HIS back...and let HIM try to kick off both the redneck and the rope...that's what I think we should do...
I just don't understand why PBR (That's...professional bull riding, not pabst blue ribbon) and NASCAR are...well, exist, I don't understand why they exist. Do these people really need ANOTHER excuse to drink beer?
Alright, time for baseball before work...PEACE! wrrrrrrrd