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So I went to this club the other day called Inferno Bar. I hate clubs. I also hate dirty hippies and liberals. Fucking vote for George W. Bush or you're going straight to hell, you goddamn youngster. Anyway, I was at this club, doing a rally for Bush's 2004 campaign to defeat the secular party from hell, the Democrats, and assure that our country remains on the far far right, alienating all those stupid Eurotrash motherfuckers. It wasn't actually a rally, I was just a little drunk and I started screaming obscenities at whatever Democrats I saw. You can tell when they're Democrats because of the way they're snorting cocaine and doing drugs all the goddamn time. But don't take my word for it, go hang out with some liberals sometime and see how long it is before your entire life is ruined and you're spending all your paychecks on coke, motherfucker. Anyway, one girl seemed to dig on my right wing rhetoric, so I took her back to my place. Unfortunately, my place is also my parent's place, so when I introduced her to my mom as my new fuckbuddy, she got a little antsy and decided to leave.