I was riding around on my rascal last weekend in downtown Denver. There was about 20 of this fucking occupy hippies. I rode by and yelled get a job hippie.
I have a feeling that Frank is one of those kids whose mom tried to abort him in the womb with a dirty clothes hanger and failed, but not before poking him a few times through his soft, developing skull.
Too bad my opinion don't mean shit because I'm not American anyway.
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