If only these magical sweeping machines were used everywhere. Too bad for those places without such magical machines.
****, where do they not clean the streets? Wherever that might be, the lucky bastards that have managed to build some sort of internal combustion transport device deserve to be able to throw things out of the windows, in a simple act of charity, allowing the other hillbillies in the holler to spin tunics out of the cotton from filters.
Try to try too hard, harder.
To make a long story short, I don't take any responsibility for anything I post here. It's not news, it's not truth, it's not serious. It's parody. It's satire. It's bitter. It's angsty. Your mother's a *****. You like to jack off dogs. That's right, you heard me. You like to grab that dog by the bone and rub it like a ski pole. Your dad? ***. Your priest? Straight. **** off and let me post. It's not true, it's all in good fun. Now go away.