I am a regular person. I listen to OPB, support community organizations, volunteer in a soup kitchen and work a real job. I’m a parent. A square. But sometimes, sometimes in my car, with all the windows rolled up and no one around, I will scream at the very top of my voice – shout so long and loud that I start to cough –
NIGGER!!!!! BEEEE-YATCH!!!! FAG! DYYYYKE! WOOOOOOOO! ASSHOLE!!!!
I get a rush out of it – as if the catharsis of shouting something so forbidden helps me release some pent-up political incorrectness or something.
Signed,
Eminem
Ok.
If yelling racist, sexist, and homophobic slurs in your car with the windows rolled up, chickenshit, is what it takes in order for you to exorcise any phychological issues you may have, well more power to you.
At least you’re not going on a shooting, like so many other frustrated white guys. For that, thanks i suppose.
When I’m all alone in my car, I shout:
SKINNY JEANS! PBR! FIXIES! HIPSTERRRRRRRRRRRRS!!!
When I’m all alone in my car, I become the I, Anonymous Blog.
Better than the alternative.
Ohhhh man, that’s how you get a rush??
I don’t ever want to be middle-aged.
Wubbles, I suggest you get out while you can- middle aged is NOT for the timid
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white people…you so crazy!
I think the “WOOOOOOOO!” really steps over the line.
meh… this is how I order my coffee. Time to man up, nancy-boy.