You know, sometimes when I’m feeling down I go to wal mart and look at all the people I’m glad I’m not. It’s really a great pick-me-up. But I also look around and think “man, these **** o’s are the future of America.” And it’s kinda depressing at the same time. If I could murder these eight year old bastards with the cooth of a rabid parrot living off the welfare money my paycheck is deducted for I totally would. Why do people still think murder is bad in the first place? Go murder.