My Fella Americins
Tha other day me and Mildred were on our way back from tha outlit mall, where we wint to pick up Mildred one of them new fangled clothes washn machines. Mildred said she was a retiren from the old wash board as it was worn out. I think it has another 50 or so years left on it, guessin i'll try out that fancy new sell it all center dbay i hear so much about, outa be worth 5 dollars anyway. As i was sayin, we was on the way home when at a traffic light i notice a scrouging lookn forineeni sittin in his opel with a bottle of md 20/20. Forineeni i shouts to him, you and that sissified girlie car need to go back where ya came from. Now you would think that this here fella would head my stitactical stigestation and round up that jalopy and vambousy, no, not him, this here fella tried to tell me he and his jalopy were bound for ole glory at the race track. Well i tell you i informed him the only thing he would be a racing with that girlie car was the south bound smell from a north bound skunk and at that he would lose. i let him know that i had been around this here country all my life, and no girlie sissified weenie car like that would win anything. ( you know he had the nerve to say he could beat road rage randy,ha what a nut)
Out of the kindness of my heart and the fact that Mildred was with me i threw him some change and told him to drink coffee, that the md 20/20 had rotted his brain.
Wake america
we can take our country back from these sissified girlie weenies
yours truly Earl Pitts....Pitts off
ps
Mildred took a photo of him and that sissified car
Pitts Off
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