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Gasoline and Beer
You huddle masses, gathered in a pit of gasoline and beer. You make me sick with rage. Arrogant little monsters going to stores by the hundreds, over working the slave vendors with your massive carts of red meat, beer and over priced t-shirts with a printed logo of your favorite driver.
I know the city relies on you to survive 14% of the year. But you need to realize. you are waste and nothing more to us. Shut your mouths and get on with your vacation of a car wreck waiting to happen.
