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dear america,
you may remember me and you may not. i am the cat who walks outside and promptly turns into a gushing fountain of mucus. i would like to ask you this: why is it practical for everyone on the block to mow their grass at the same time? more importantly, why does nasal spray smell like chemical flowers?
also, at times i see "support our troops" ribbons and "pow/mia" ribbons on esclades, explorers, generally huge vehicles which i'm sure are expensive. why do these people really have them there? it's obvious that gas is steadily increasing in price. so how would this blood for oil war NOT be supported by using the majority of gas? these people are truly funding the war which we are fighting right now. so, the correct magnent ribbon to adorn your vehicle should instead say "support our war".
and sir, yes, you with the ridiculous tribal armband tattoo and the oakley sunglasses and the dumb ass tank top with your slutty ugly wanna be paris hilton fuck bag on your arm: LEAVE ME ALONE!!!! i want nothing to do with you, the vagina that you so elegantly stick your diseased dick in, your expensive attire, your popular run of the mill ink, your disgusting tan, or your fraternity of drunk high class fuck tards. staring, laughing, pointing, and yelling at me are not necessary. thank you.
mr. sun, i love you good sir, but in january the weather is not supposed to feel like the beginning of summer. i realize that it is us humans and more importantly americans who have brought you closer to the planet earth but if you can help it, make my death quick so i don't have to think about all of the times when i recycled, walked instead of drived, or bought something used instead of factory produced. i'm sorry that the majority of the earth doesn't give a shit. i assure you i just recently joined the masses when i discovered that my giving a shit doesn't count.
to mr. I BUMP MY FUCKING BASS AT 8AM: TURN YOUR GOD DAMN MUSIC DOWN. it is not that important to expose the world to hip hop especially when they're sleeping. it just really makes me want to pull out a shotgun and blow a hole through all your million and three speakers. and i like hip hop. there is a time and place for everything.
last but certainly nowhere near least, money, i hate you you truly are the root of all evil capitalism makes me wanna spit, gag, vomit, blow a fat load, and slit my own throat like a million times. but they'd bottle all that shit and sell it as a new energy drink for five dollars a can. you can't win.
sincerely truly always and acceptingly yours for my entire life and about five more years until the world ends and you, america, will no longer need to kill maim dry overcharge poop on or give diseases to anyone or,
me
you may remember me and you may not. i am the cat who walks outside and promptly turns into a gushing fountain of mucus. i would like to ask you this: why is it practical for everyone on the block to mow their grass at the same time? more importantly, why does nasal spray smell like chemical flowers?
also, at times i see "support our troops" ribbons and "pow/mia" ribbons on esclades, explorers, generally huge vehicles which i'm sure are expensive. why do these people really have them there? it's obvious that gas is steadily increasing in price. so how would this blood for oil war NOT be supported by using the majority of gas? these people are truly funding the war which we are fighting right now. so, the correct magnent ribbon to adorn your vehicle should instead say "support our war".
and sir, yes, you with the ridiculous tribal armband tattoo and the oakley sunglasses and the dumb ass tank top with your slutty ugly wanna be paris hilton fuck bag on your arm: LEAVE ME ALONE!!!! i want nothing to do with you, the vagina that you so elegantly stick your diseased dick in, your expensive attire, your popular run of the mill ink, your disgusting tan, or your fraternity of drunk high class fuck tards. staring, laughing, pointing, and yelling at me are not necessary. thank you.
mr. sun, i love you good sir, but in january the weather is not supposed to feel like the beginning of summer. i realize that it is us humans and more importantly americans who have brought you closer to the planet earth but if you can help it, make my death quick so i don't have to think about all of the times when i recycled, walked instead of drived, or bought something used instead of factory produced. i'm sorry that the majority of the earth doesn't give a shit. i assure you i just recently joined the masses when i discovered that my giving a shit doesn't count.
to mr. I BUMP MY FUCKING BASS AT 8AM: TURN YOUR GOD DAMN MUSIC DOWN. it is not that important to expose the world to hip hop especially when they're sleeping. it just really makes me want to pull out a shotgun and blow a hole through all your million and three speakers. and i like hip hop. there is a time and place for everything.
last but certainly nowhere near least, money, i hate you you truly are the root of all evil capitalism makes me wanna spit, gag, vomit, blow a fat load, and slit my own throat like a million times. but they'd bottle all that shit and sell it as a new energy drink for five dollars a can. you can't win.
sincerely truly always and acceptingly yours for my entire life and about five more years until the world ends and you, america, will no longer need to kill maim dry overcharge poop on or give diseases to anyone or,
me