Each time I drive in this fucking town with the shoppers out I think a little harder about giving up not randomly shooting people.

Lets face it, there's people in this life that just need killing. Nobody knows that better than I do. In fact, I've been keeping a list, and unlike my pal Skippy my attorney has advised me not to post my list on the internet. He's Canadian though, so I figure thier laws on death threats are probably different. He could probably get off for a few handfulls of that neon toilet paper they call money.

It's all just as well since most of the entries in my list aren't names, they're license plate numbers.

Bah-Mother-Fucking, Hum-fucking-bug.

Say that three times fast.