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Cake day: July 5th, 2023

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  • I’m 100% white trash. I own a 90s model, 4 cylinder, 5 speed pickup truck that does everything I need it to. It isn’t my daily driver because it’s not a fashion accessory it’s a goddamn pickup truck. The ass end being light if your bed is empty makes the things harder to handle in adverse weather. Not too mention I beat the fuck out of it, using a truck as truck doesn’t leave it looking pretty. What I’m saying here, is that even down in the south where I’m at, a good chick of us think these people are dipshits too

    Yeti Coolers are actually the shit though. Just never buy one from a store. Just find someone who drives one of these shiny lifted trucks and offer them a reasonable price for the one they paid full price for the next time they are freaking out about being behind on their truck payment. When you buy the cooler from them, if you want to make the world a better place, give them a box of condoms too. I’m being serious these dumbasses have the forethought of fucking goldfish. They tend to have litters and be completely surprised. The Yeti 160 that I own was bought for 40 bucks from a guy that made 12 dollars an hour, and had 5 kids (with a 6th on the way). Of all the stereotypes of these kind of people you listed I think you missed the one where they tend to fuck themselves into poverty.

    Which is probably why I sound so mean about this. I don’t care what someone spends there money on. If driving a lifted truck makes you happy, you do you as long as you can actually drive the thing without being a nuisance to others. But it’s an entirely different story to watch a grown man spend so much money to play redneck cosplay while simultaneously pumping out kids left and right that they can’t afford to give a decent life too. I’m sick of meeting people who drive these expensive cock replacements, wear overpriced fashionable camo everywhere, and blow any decent sum of money they luck into on weapons they don’t even understand how to maintain, only to find out they have 6 kids and are renting a 2 bedroom trailer. So fucking frustrating to see.



  • As a vet, believe me you welcome the fucking bullets. I would rather be deployed than be in garrison. You have no idea how insufferable the bureaucratic bullshit in the military is. Im not downplaying the war part, but your mileage will vary with exposure to life threatening situations depending on where you get placed. You may land in an assignment that places you directly in harms way on a constant basis, you might never end up in a combat situation at all, or anything in-between. It’s all luck of the draw, you don’t pick your duty station. However the one constant thing you will find wherever you go is the most asinine frustrating circuitous bullshit that you have to deal with on a daily basis. The hoops you need to jump through for the most basic shit. The dumb old fucks that outrank you getting anal retentive about regulations that they’ve clearly never read. The ridiculous amount of busy work. So much bullshit. There were plenty of times when I was in that I WISHED someone would fucking shoot me.




  • 99 percent of people that ride motorcycles that I have ever met are inconsiderate assholes. The crime is an easy point to bring up against them, but if you’ve ever had a neighbor that rode a motorcycle you don’t need a whole lot of motivation to dislike them. I had a neighbor once with a loud ass bike. Everyone that lived around him complained about it (amongst loads of other bullshit) and he would always say something along the lines of "loud pipes save lives.” I’ll preface this next part by saying I don’t wish ill on anybody, and I don’t take joy in the death of anyone. But fast forward a few months and the dumb sonovabitch rear ends a pickup while going 110 in a 35. Hate that he died but the neighborhood was so much better without him and his biker buddies around after that.

    I ain’t saying there aren’t bikers that are decent people, but I can count the ones I’ve personally met on one hand.