No, we don't have a Bedrock, because everyone has to name their towns and neighborhoods after Stupid Crap.
Stupid Crap, Arizona.
It's all fake or non-existant or misnomerd trees and streams; that first they plow down, culvert and mutilate; all something that sounds like Stupid McMansionsville. Canterbury, Skyline, Brookside (Jesus!), Coronado, Whispering Pines, Churchill Downs, Teaberry, YUCK!!
Fat Head, Arizona.
Now, I like the name Arizona. Arizona. Hmmm. Nice.
Pogo Stick.
Nervous People, Pennsylvania.
But it's all SISSY Shit!
GRRRR!!
Sissy, Arizona. "You're a Sissy."
"Am not!"
"Am too!"
"Okay. You're right. But you're a Whimpy Fucker."
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"Where are ya from?"
"Don't Ask."
"Oh! I been there."
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"Do you know where she lives?"
"I Forget."
"Cool. We go swimming down there sometimes."
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I get Really MAD about this crap. It is a LOT more important than people realize. Yes it is! It is a harbinger of culture. A coal mine canary. A bellwether. I am here to sound it, people. Sound the bellwether. This is serious!
Harbinger Of Culture, Arizona.
I LIKE IT!
C'mon people, WAKE UP!
Time is Running Out on Our Culture. Arizona. |
