FREEDOM!

whats wit you folkses. This is 'murica. Be brave. drive in whichever dang ways you wants to. fillerup with witchever hose ya ken. takes however long you wants to to pay and stuf, the cashere lady mite be HOT! and it takes a long time t figger out the price of a can a snuff nowsdays.

and fer petes sakes, who's komplanein bout emptee they trash out at the free trash cans. mans gotta be dum not too. 'sides the can at home is all filled up wit sposable diepers from the kiddos me an the ole lady have. somes hers, somes mine, somes ours (i think, mite be her pa's, he visits lots)

I sez FREEDOM, this be the land o comepetitishun (thas a hard one t spel). if'n I ken gets to the pump for you by goin the rong way, its only rite.

yall nedes ta kwit yer bishin.

FREEDOM.

Geno

PS, i hates them dam arras pane ted on the ground. in the grossery store lot, at the red lites, and in them fillin stashuns. I never paze a tension to them.

Last edited by Valsdad; 02/01/16.
The desert is a true treasure for him who seeks refuge from men and the evil of men.
In it is contentment
In it is death and all you seek
(Quoted from "The Bleeding of the Stone" Ibrahim Al-Koni)

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