I miss the weather. The tards up here close the interstate down for pea sized hail. OMG, grow up.
Snow is cool, until you have 2-3 feet of it packed next to your car and bust ass trying to scrape off your windows.
Don't even get me started on the hippies and transvestite working in town. He's skinnier than I am.
Everyone here thinks it is such a big deal to drive 20 miles. "Oh that's too far!" Farging grow a set, I drove that to get to the grocery store.
There's no where to let my dog run....And when I take him for a walk, I have to worry about being eaten by mountain lions.
All the houses are literally inches from one another. Has no one heard of a thing called a yard?
There's still skeeters up here, DAMMIT!
I hate heights! And where the hell are all the guard rails on the roads? And why are all these cars down off cliffs? Don't you think someone should put a guard rail there? DUH!
There's no BBQ joints here! And everything's organic! Freaking fry me some damn steak, with gravy! I don't want a "organic" turkey steak.
Fricken pave some damn roads. I don't care if it freezes and busts the damn asphalt. I'm driving my damn car and paying damn taxes. Someone is paying the next damn time I bend a rim because someone didn't plow the damn road.
If I see another bear or mountain lion while I'm walking my dog, I'm flipping shooting it. "Take it back to it's habitat" be damned. It's obviously learned to come into town to forage and won't stay in it's "habitat".
Farg! I'm coming back to Texas as soon as I can!