This morning while driving to the train station, I saw a beat up maroon Buick LeSabre. It was all saggy looking, like it just sorta got tired. On the rear bumper it had this sticker:
Like the owner started to peel it off, and it tore, and he was just all – “ahh, fuck it…”
How ya liking that $3 gas, dude? Yeah, having an oil man in the White House really worked out well, didn’t it? Buddies with Prince Bandar, holding hands and kissing even. You know, the Bush and Saud families go waaaay back. Oh yeah, and Iraq, that was gonna pay for itself and guaran-godamn-tee us some cheap oil. Not like those godamn hippie Democrats with their conservation and alternative energy and diplomacy pussy-ass bullshit. Hell no!
Yeah, be proud man! Wear that sticker with pride! You know, a REAL man never, ever admits he made a mistake, and never, ever, apologizes, no matter how big of an asshole he’s been.
But, maroon IS kind of a faggy color for a car, you know.