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As you pull out of the parking lot you turn your radio on. Your taste in music is almost as bad as Rick Perry at debating. You're listing to Dub Step as loud as your stock stereo can go and turn up the bass with out adjusting the treble like an asshole. Your truck vibrates the parking lot. It sounds like your truck is about to fall apart as the booming bass vibrates the cheap plastic panels in the interior. You think it makes you look cool so you roll all your windows down so people can see your nasty acne ridden face. The simple drum loop and obnoxious computer generated noises is easy for your simple mind to comprehend so it soothes your anger. Everybody in traffic around you hates you.
 
You pull out on the freeway and head to your mother's house where you live because you're a leech. You can't wait to get home so you can sit on your flat non-existent ass and play SkyRim until 1 in the morning in your basement room. When you not busy playing pointless computer games you spend time arguing with grade school kids on the Internet because it's easy to look tough behind a computer. You drive along thinking of your massive collection of anime porno's that you wax your carrot to. Most of it borderlines child pornography, youYou should be ashamed of yourself but your not because your morality is lower then your sperm count. You're a bigger drain on society then single teen moms.
 
As you drive along you notice a small red Ford Fiesta tailgating you. You feel superior in your big truck so you give it a quick brake job. It swerves and screeches its brakes but you drive like you're from New York and shouldn't have been riding your brakes anyway. The driver throws his little 5-speed fiesta into 2nd and burns rubber. He shoots around you and cuts you off at the next traffic light. You just got on the wrong side of the leader of the local chapter of the Hell's Angels and he just dropped his hog off at the shop and was using a loner car.
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Meanwhile Bill O'Reilly arrives at an expensive Italian restaurant in a limo that cost's more than your life. I order the most expensive thing on the menu and my bill is in the triple digits. I pay it with pocket change and don't even leave a tip. Because I'm Bill O'Reilly.
 
For Keith Olbermann…youOlbermann...you bastard.
 
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