27 May 2007

What were you doing at 830 this morning?

Because I was listening to these ass-clowns play patriotic ditties outside my fucking window.

I guess that's what you get when you have a VFW clubhouse two doors down.
The bands (there were two marching bands) were preceded and followed by the melodius hum of a small army of Harley-Davidson motorcycle owners letting the whole neighborhood know how bad-ass they are by gunning the living shit out of their engines.

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