I stopped after work and counted the measly amount of Alms that I had in my pocket to get a forty ouncer, two fifty nine.
Got it, came home, sat down and drank the damn thing while I went about my business rolling fucking cigarettes that now cost eight fucking dollars a pack, made something to eat, scrounged up just enough to go get another beer and am told the price went up a dollar in the hour that I was at home.
Being the proud, patriotic mother fucker I am, it's nice to know I pay more in taxes every fucking day than most big corporations do, ever.
Cock suckers drop more on stationary a month than I make in a year and yet here I am getting a goddamn reaming every fucking day.
Ain't life grand here in the United States of Amerika these days?