the trials of a promising young alchoholic home from college

welcome to the new america, we already hate you

fuck shit balls i could write a dumb sociological paper about why this country sucks but all you need to know is that my city requires two cop cars to keep private citizens from parking in a public lot. Officer Pork Chop and Officer Loin sit there having a heart to heart, drivers side windows facing each other, engines running, waiting like fascist cats to spring into action the second someone infringes on their 40-space domain. Every day, without fail, they bravely risk bedsores in the line of duty, tasers slung across their chests in quick-draw holsters, ready to beat the shit out of any punk weed smoking kid they can find. All we can do about it is drink. cheers mate, i pray for the collapse of society in my time, im ready to go mad max on a nigga. Ironically, the people best equipped for the fall of civilization are the least fit to live. the future is already gay. fuck the po-lice and the united states of Hutaree. god, ill miss video games and black people