The people who snort and fuck their cousins and go "hyuck" when laughing are very real.
Today, up at Choiceland, a Co-Op truck carrying nerve-destroying fertilizer concentrate pulled up to the gas bar and two sheep-romancers wearing stained bib-coveralls climbed out, chuckling like third-grade fart sniffers. The chemical stench was noxious. One of the sheep-fuckers said, "Can you smell the anhydrous [ammonia]? Yup, we got us a big leak. Hyuck!" His buddy went, "Whoop!"
Golly-gee, it sure was funny as shit.
After they filled up with diesel, off they went, up Main street, through town, spraying poison all over the place.
Anyway, these guys (and gals)--also known as "Sheeple" for their mating choices and herd mentality--make up half of America, so it's no wonder things are the way they are. The reptiles continue playing their hypotic riffs and everyone walks along in their sleep.
As my father would say, Lord, love a duck!
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