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you're innocently driving to work, cruising at 35, minding your own business, not even thinking nor caring about anyfuckingthing, when suddenly a thousand cocksucking retards pour out from behind the nearest tree, waltz onto the road chanting their bullshit, run in front of the car waving their stupid little signs, and generally make a big fucking nuisance of themselves. and if we ran them over, it would be our fault.
I DON'T FUCKING CARE. LET ME GO ABOUT MY BUSINESS.
FUCK OFF.
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