Durka-Durka-Muhammed-Jihad!!
My Navy buddy Time Keeper is wishing he'd taken me seriously about putting those twin-.50 caliber machine guns on his car:
Thing that make me go hmmmph
If you are one of those flaming anuses who must listen to your bass-heavy, Two-Nikes-in-a-Kenmore music at a deafening level, I am sure that there is a special ring in hell reserved for you, wherein you will be forced to listen to Lawrence Welk and the 101 Strings for eternity, at the same mindsplitting volume you inflicted your aural dreck upon the rest of us.
(This screed brought you by the idiot who drove down the street behind me with his music—and I use the term loosely—blasting loud enough to cause all of the windows in the house to rattle in sync. I think it would have set the alarm off if it had been armed.)
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