fucking independence day
christ.
i started off today wondering why we call it by the day number instead of the holiday. like, no one says "happy 25th of december!" er anything. it's independence day, fer chrissakes. say that. and think about it.
then i hear some dumbass on EAGLE97.7 tell me to remember to be thankful. or give thanks. or some other retarded "i've confused today with veteran's slash memorial day" shit.
and then i spend my fucking independence day fireworks arguing with my lady in the target® parking lot near dover AFB in the midst of nascar tshirt wearing rednecks and pregnant mexicans that can't drive to save their life and 10 year old boys calling their sisters "stupid whore" whilst their dave mustaine lookin' mom or grand mom or whoever the fuck just leans on the fucking car gabbin' with her airbase-rat friends like she couldn't even hear except that if i could fucking hear it she could fucking hear it.
and not to mention the fucking jesus freak clan by the exit, which was a clusterfuck because these unwashed masses couldn't cooperate to save their lives, that had a mess of children holding up placards at all the exiters reminding them to "prepare to meet thy god". so i gave them the fucking finger. why? i don't know. because i was pissed. and if they can demonstrate so can i. even though i'm sure it was too dark for them to see me.
then of course i get, again, tripped up by the retarded-assed rte1/10 signage assclownery wherein delaware decided it would be sufficient to put the signs that tell you that if you wanted to get on state route 10 you should be on the left of this median right here that you are passing on the left side of.
and, last but not least, allow me to thank the sweat-shorts clad fuckstick that i pulled up behind in the wawa® parking lot because all the fucking gas pumps were full so i got behind him and then realized to my dismay that he was just beginning to pump ... and then after he started (they have gas-pump trigger locks in DE so you can let go and keep pumping) he took one look at me, at his car, at his pump... and proceeded to WALK TO THE STORE TO BUY SOME SHIT.
fucking you you selfish twat.
god "bless" america. tomorrow i go to the zoo with my monkeyniece.
i started off today wondering why we call it by the day number instead of the holiday. like, no one says "happy 25th of december!" er anything. it's independence day, fer chrissakes. say that. and think about it.
then i hear some dumbass on EAGLE97.7 tell me to remember to be thankful. or give thanks. or some other retarded "i've confused today with veteran's slash memorial day" shit.
and then i spend my fucking independence day fireworks arguing with my lady in the target® parking lot near dover AFB in the midst of nascar tshirt wearing rednecks and pregnant mexicans that can't drive to save their life and 10 year old boys calling their sisters "stupid whore" whilst their dave mustaine lookin' mom or grand mom or whoever the fuck just leans on the fucking car gabbin' with her airbase-rat friends like she couldn't even hear except that if i could fucking hear it she could fucking hear it.
and not to mention the fucking jesus freak clan by the exit, which was a clusterfuck because these unwashed masses couldn't cooperate to save their lives, that had a mess of children holding up placards at all the exiters reminding them to "prepare to meet thy god". so i gave them the fucking finger. why? i don't know. because i was pissed. and if they can demonstrate so can i. even though i'm sure it was too dark for them to see me.
then of course i get, again, tripped up by the retarded-assed rte1/10 signage assclownery wherein delaware decided it would be sufficient to put the signs that tell you that if you wanted to get on state route 10 you should be on the left of this median right here that you are passing on the left side of.
and, last but not least, allow me to thank the sweat-shorts clad fuckstick that i pulled up behind in the wawa® parking lot because all the fucking gas pumps were full so i got behind him and then realized to my dismay that he was just beginning to pump ... and then after he started (they have gas-pump trigger locks in DE so you can let go and keep pumping) he took one look at me, at his car, at his pump... and proceeded to WALK TO THE STORE TO BUY SOME SHIT.
fucking you you selfish twat.
god "bless" america. tomorrow i go to the zoo with my monkeyniece.