I don’t usually go the paperback section of used book stores, but today I did in a certain rust belt city, and on the shelf, turned so that the public could see the covers, were these two titles, right next to each other:

Which one do you think I purchased?  Hint: it wasn’t both.

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Fuckin’ A.

Ever seen a good argument lose steam due to bad structure … or grammar … or even just plain made-up words?

Nor have I.

Hope this guy isn’t holding his breath:

Translation: I will fuck France until she loves me.

What is this? It’s your worst fucking nightmare if you’re from the south. Here’s a double bill that you’re not likely to see anytime soon south of the Mason Dixon line:

Now I’ve seen everything. I still long for the 1980s where hip-hop meant something other than imaginary cock sizes, nouveau riche values and shit samples. Jump to 2009 and young motherfuckers are gold-plating the only things left. Ways to tell this isn’t in the USA – American rappers don’t eat or gold plate fruit.

People … please, for all that’s holy … just say “no” to vanity plates.