You Might Not Believe That ANYTHING Could POSSIBLY Be MORE ANNOYING
…than walking into the Navy Exchange and being confronted by THIS abomination:
But something can. Oh. Yes. It. Can.
Do you know those f%cking Ronulon Paultards have LINED the median for THREE MILES into town on my way to work with their cheesy, homemade “DickweedWhackjob for President” signs?
ALREADY ?!?!?!?!
After the first 10, I could barely see to drive for the red mist floating over my eyeballs. Thoughtless bastards.
WTF is that?
I’ve no idea who that “Someday” character is, but you have my deepest sympathies in regards to the Ronulan Invasion.
It’s a Bieber. And it’s cardboard representation is hawking some sort of noxious bottled substance.
A what? It’s marketing a perfume called “Someday”? Oh I get it someday somebody will get laid. I didn’t see any Ronulans yesterday, they must have transported elsewhere by the time I went downtown.
My sweet sister what a visually AWFUL way to start the day, but luckily nothing a few Kir Royales can’t cure.
At least you’re in a time zone where you can get a head start on the rest of the family…lucky girl. Well, wait. God knows what Bingley’s internal time zone is saying. I meant the rest of us.
Bieber? Beiber? What is this Beiber?
Good God almighty, look at the color on those shoes/boots/whatever! Different generations, I guess.
No, Yojimbo. Mostly, “Good God almighty, LOOK AT THOSE SHOES?!?!?!”
THS I do solemnly promise to uphold my family consumption responsibilities.
“Honest Officer, I don’t know how it happened, I just was in a fog or something and when it cleared I realized I had been driving in the median for the past 3 miles!”