So, I'm at the gas station filling up my truck. I've got "God Bless America" and "Proud Parent of a US Marine" bumper stickers on it when this moonbat pulls up behind me. I know it's a moonbat because there's an "I brake for fairies" (I didn't ask what kind) license plate frame. Anyway, this fat, middle-aged woman with the greasiest, stringy long hair I've ever seen gets out, starts pointing to my bumper stickers and spewing some angry rhetoric. I rolled down my window and said, "Hon, you're just not worth the oxygen, just go make up a fantasy about our encounter, okay?"
Cindie