Contrary to popular belief, this is actually the state of California.
"This is Arizona, fool! That's why we DO it! Come out, motherfucker! Aaaarrrgggghhh! It's all about motherfuckin Arizooona!" over and over and over and over.
what the fuck? why are there two gang bangers down in the alley right in front of my balcony yelling about Arizona for a full half hour? i don't know, it's probably just a couple representatives from the Arizona State Board of Tourism but it really is an awfully unorthodox method of getting the word out about the exciting state of Arizona. also, i don't think it was necessarily a good idea to spend 20 minutes trying to tip over a big dumpster. maybe if i have time later, i'll shoot them an email and let them know that it's a lot easier to tip over dumpsters if they're not up against a chain link fence. they can be terribly springy.
i couldn't help but follow them in my sights for a little bit as they pranced around like a couple of goddamned retarded simians. you don't even know how bad i wanted to squeeze that trigger. in a perfect world i'd be able to cap both of those fucking tools and when the cops showed up they'd apologize to me profusely for having had to go out of the way. then they'd write me up some kind of ticket where i send it in with my 1040 and i get a tax break.
either that or after i laid em down i'd write out on one of those coroners tags a description of what they were doing when i offed them and i'd tie one to each of their toes and drag them out to the curb where the garbage man would pick them up in the morning. he'd call in to the police and read them the description i left on the tag and they'd say, "i see.. okay mac, just haul them off to the dump then."
that's a big ten four.
what the fuck? why are there two gang bangers down in the alley right in front of my balcony yelling about Arizona for a full half hour? i don't know, it's probably just a couple representatives from the Arizona State Board of Tourism but it really is an awfully unorthodox method of getting the word out about the exciting state of Arizona. also, i don't think it was necessarily a good idea to spend 20 minutes trying to tip over a big dumpster. maybe if i have time later, i'll shoot them an email and let them know that it's a lot easier to tip over dumpsters if they're not up against a chain link fence. they can be terribly springy.
i couldn't help but follow them in my sights for a little bit as they pranced around like a couple of goddamned retarded simians. you don't even know how bad i wanted to squeeze that trigger. in a perfect world i'd be able to cap both of those fucking tools and when the cops showed up they'd apologize to me profusely for having had to go out of the way. then they'd write me up some kind of ticket where i send it in with my 1040 and i get a tax break.
either that or after i laid em down i'd write out on one of those coroners tags a description of what they were doing when i offed them and i'd tie one to each of their toes and drag them out to the curb where the garbage man would pick them up in the morning. he'd call in to the police and read them the description i left on the tag and they'd say, "i see.. okay mac, just haul them off to the dump then."
that's a big ten four.