Contrary to recent belief, God did not bless Texas
So, for the first time ever, I went outside of my house. If you understand how much I truly hate Texas, I think you'll understand why I don't go outside here. I think it's a combination of fear of
A: Being shot by some psycho after he cuts me off and slams on his brakes right before I flip him off
B: Being crushed by some seadonkey of a thing who thinks that EVERYTHING in Texass has to be fucking gigantic
C: Getting drunk and telling some cowboy that his tight jeans are most likely responsible for the small size of their genitals and the hysterical blindness of several people in the area, and then him going out to the truck and getting a gun off the rack in the back next to the cooler full of deer meat they scraped off the road, and drive-thru beer, and shooting me with it, and then the cops coming and arresting me for public intoxication and bleeding in a high-traffic area (which is apparently illegal if you're from out of state)
D: Catching the crappiness/brain damage that is apparently contagious here.
Anyway, my fears are apparently justified, and not just some delusional conjuration of my diseased brain, as I was dangerously close to experiencing all these things. Fortunately, I avoided being too drunk, getting shot, crushed, run off the road, and catching the crapitude prevalent in the area(although I think I may have contracted some sort of version of the latter while in a stuporous state in Korea)
I also heard the song "god blessed texas" and thought to myself...dead grass, highest incidence of alcohol related driving fatalaties, highest number of death penalties executed(by about 250)...yeah, god "blessed" texas just like he "chose" the Jews....no, I'm pretty sure god hates Texas just as much as I do
A: Being shot by some psycho after he cuts me off and slams on his brakes right before I flip him off
B: Being crushed by some seadonkey of a thing who thinks that EVERYTHING in Texass has to be fucking gigantic
C: Getting drunk and telling some cowboy that his tight jeans are most likely responsible for the small size of their genitals and the hysterical blindness of several people in the area, and then him going out to the truck and getting a gun off the rack in the back next to the cooler full of deer meat they scraped off the road, and drive-thru beer, and shooting me with it, and then the cops coming and arresting me for public intoxication and bleeding in a high-traffic area (which is apparently illegal if you're from out of state)
D: Catching the crappiness/brain damage that is apparently contagious here.
Anyway, my fears are apparently justified, and not just some delusional conjuration of my diseased brain, as I was dangerously close to experiencing all these things. Fortunately, I avoided being too drunk, getting shot, crushed, run off the road, and catching the crapitude prevalent in the area(although I think I may have contracted some sort of version of the latter while in a stuporous state in Korea)
I also heard the song "god blessed texas" and thought to myself...dead grass, highest incidence of alcohol related driving fatalaties, highest number of death penalties executed(by about 250)...yeah, god "blessed" texas just like he "chose" the Jews....no, I'm pretty sure god hates Texas just as much as I do




