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The end is nigh...



I can just picture the scene:
"Come on Jimmy, we got git out o'wise dis dang dere queer's funeral al'ready be over!"

"Jus' hang on one dang dere minute Jessie. I ain't got all them perves and mis-cre-aints down yet".

"Shee-ait come on boy, y'all only gone down and dang miss More-MONS!"

"Wait up... wait up... AND... MORE... MONS... DONE!"

I happen to think that this is a very interesting hit list of people to loathe. One day I shall draft my own inventory and see how they compare. In particular, I very much like how Mormons appear to have been added as an afterthought. I am not sure which would sting more, being at the top of a "I Hate List", or being relegated to an addendum.

For now, let me just say that I don't like "racists", but I have no problem with "people who talk to animals more than god". And although my own personal "ankle biter" can get annoying at times, he doesn't really "make me sick".

Comments

Louis la Vache said…
They seems to have covered the gamut...and would be right at home at "People's Park" in the People's Republic of Berserkeley.
Maria Verivaki said…
this is a weird one, and i dont think i like it...
Kris McCracken said…
Louis and Kiwi, I struggle to see how some people seem to cope with all of the hate, bile and bitterness that they exhibit. They can't have much in their own lives to be so worried as to what everybody else is up to.
Dina said…
You can tell it's an Aussie sign by the incorrectly used apostrophe. Glad to see this guy doesn't have a crowd around him.
freefalling said…
Child molesting hetrosexuals are OK.
It's just those child molesting homosexuals you need to watch out for.
Anonymous said…
Man. This is ALMOST laughable. I like that the guy to the left in the picture is taking the humorous reaction. I had to smile at the "rebellious women"! Ha! :)
They must spend a lot of time being sick.

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