Good God, I may be growing prudish with age, but these fucking spicolas and their fireworks annoy the fuck out me. They come to this country like hispanic hezbolleze terrorists refusing to exchange their third world customs for American civility. Waving their green, red, and white flags 364 days out of the year in honor of Cesar E., then on the fourth they turn in to patriotic primates of the South American variety. Congregating on the street corners of Mejico Norte with banners a wavin, and firecrackers a poppin. These mojada espaldas are a God damn fire hazard!!! Yet they'll survive the scorching brush like post apocalyptic cockroaches. They have no grasp of American history aside from the Alamo. Frankly speaking, it makes me sad.
BUILD A FUCKING WALL!
BUILD A FUCKING WALL!


As I typed that last sentence my wife started using an electric sander on a bathroom upstairs. Sounds like she's using an industrial-sized vibrator which, at the thought, makes certain areas of my anatomy start to...uh...respond. I'm going in...or at least going to try to...wish me luck!!!