Art galleries. Full of idiots pretending to be smart, saying words nobody understands, and the paintings of two year olds. And you can't SAY things like that, oh no. I'd rather eat a tray full of them foreign shushi things than set foot in an art gallery again, and here's why.
Mary Lou and I have been married for twenty three years, and frankly, the woman could know me a little better. It's not like she has anything else to do all day.
I don't know why Mary Lou decided to by this damn-fangled "technology" offa that travelling salesman while I was out at the bar, but I tell you, after having a look around that infernal and godforsaken place they call the "internet" or "virtual reality" i've put a complete ban on Mary Lou using the thing unless I'm there to supervise, and here are ten reasons why:
What kind of communist doesn't know that red meat is the life-blood that keeps our society from falling apart? The worst kind of communist. A pinko-vego-hippie-scum. And how can you identify this breed of freak, so you can make sure that if one is seen at your local abattoir "protesting" they can be shot or set on fire, is pretty easy. Some of these un-American weaklings can be pretty devious about disguising themselves, but here are
the things to look for:
I'm proud to have the right to vote, but none of 'em left-wing sissies have anything worth voting for, I don't reckon. Here's what I'd be happy with.
