Molin' Rugue
niktemadur
You MORAN!
And that goes quadruple for truck drivers, especially those who take stimulant drugs to not sleep and drive more, in an impaired state.
They are a plague of recklessness, like rogue missiles.
Using ballpark figures, let's say one out of every fifty vehicles is a truck, but where I live, trucks are involved in one out of every five accidents.
In Mexico, chapulines are a bit of an exotic delicacy from old Aztec cuisine, there's a place in my town that has them, heated and tossed on a grill with no oil, then served on a corn tortilla with black beans, fresh chopped onions and cilantro, topped with a lime squeeze and green jalapeño salsa.
They are delicious.
Don't forget Pam Anderson's sex tape.
Greasons' Seatings to you too!
More like low-budget sci-fi dark comedy masterpiece!
To check if this is your kind of jam, try this on for size:
We first meet our intrepid hippie, country music-listening astronauts in the midst of a multiple-year mission to blow up distant planets using thinking bombs.
Due to an onboard accident a few years back, many essentials got blasted into space, including all of the toilet paper.
It's like Richard Pryor said about crack:
Old white women see addicted kids in the ghetto and shrug "Well isn't that terrible?"
Then crack arrives at their suburbs and they're "OH MY GOD IT'S AN EPIDEMIC!"
PT Barnum was wrong. There isn't a sucker born every minute. There are bunches of suckers born every minute. Like a gushing geyser.
bOtH pArTiEs ArE tHe SaMe LoL aMiRiTe
mUh TaXeS!
Thus there is a goddamned political seesaw for decades, where nothing meaningful and long term can get systematically adjusted for the better, things are always at Square Minus One. Then when the shit hits their fan...
iT's An OuTrAgE!
Over and over again, the ignorant and impatient electorate through pettiness and smug inaction, angrily stab themselves in the chest with a rusty knife. With no medical coverage for that.
But... but... muh heritage! And muh pappy's heritage! And muh pappy's pappy's pappy's heritage!
Muh main man!
He's a gas, that Andy.
A hoot and a half, is what he is.
An absolute ledger.
The Archbishop Of Banterbury.