A year? Two years? I don't fu cking care!
I came here with one thing on my mind, and you're going to listen to every godda mn word of it while you sit there silently in that dilapidated chair that smells like cat pi ss because you're too trashy to throw it away.
You're all sh itwaffles, get the fu ck out of my town already.
If you work in the oilfield, do your country a favor and kill yourself.
If you're hispanic, stop opening up new fu cking mexican restaurants and burrito shacks....and kill yourself.
If you're driving on the road, get the fu ck off of it because you're in my dam n way...then kill yourself.
Seriously, it's the only way you can restore your family's honor.
Pick up a wakazashi and die honorably, I will be there to act as your kaishakunin if you wish.
Do you know what this town needs?
You...to get the fu ck out.
By you, I mean every person that is reading this, not some metaphorical individual who in your mind is somehow not YOU.
STFU, I don't want to hear about how you have a right to live here or how I'm not the boss of you.
Don't even start.
I see you looking down there at the comment box, thinking about writing a reply something to that effect.
Don't fu cking do it.
I WON'T BE BACK TO READ IT.
I'M POSTING THIS AND THEN I'M GOING TO DISAPPEAR AGAIN.
The only thing you'll accomplish by responding is looking like the dumba ss you really are.
"Oh hey, you see that chick talking to the stop sign?"
"Yeah, I think she's hispanic and her husband works in the oilfield."
"Well that's obvious, I mean, who the fu ck else would be trying to have a conversation with a traffic sign?"
YOU, IF YOU RESPOND TO THIS POST.
DON'T BE A RETARD.