It’s No Secret That What I Do Can Ruffle Feathers, Cause Controversy And Make Some People Mad. Some Of My Locations, Well They Don’t LOOK Abandoned. Some Of My Locations Contain Valuable Items And Antiques That, While I May Leave Them Behind, Others Can’t Imagine Someone NOT Stealing.
There Are Any Number Of Things Within My Videos And Content That Can, Will And Most Certainly DO Make People Mad, And These Things Bring Out The Ugly Side Of Ugly People – And Almost Always With Grammatical Errors And Spelling Mistakes.
In 2021, My Lovely Wife Gave Me The Brilliant Idea To Make Lemonade Out Of Lemons, As They Say! To Take The Hate And Turn It Into Something Beautiful And Positive, Respond To The Hateful Comments With A Smile, THAT Is How To Deal With Negative And Hateful People.
We Decided To Turn My Hateful Comments Into Inspirational Quotes!
I'd like to sing a song about the American dream.
About me.
About...
About the way our American hearts beat way down in the bottom of our chests.
About that special feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts.
Maybe below the cockles.
Maybe in the sub-cockle area.
Maybe in the liver.
Maybe in the kidneys.
Maybe even in the colon.
We don't know.
Joe with a suburbanite slob.
I like football.
A rich house with a nice hardwood floor.
My wife and my job.
My kids and my car.
My feet on my table.
And a Cuban cigar.
But sometimes that just ain't enough to keep a man like me interested.
Oh no.
No.
At someone else's expense.
Oh yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I drive really slow in the ultra-fast lane.
While people behind me are going insane.
I'm an asshole.
He's an asshole.
What an asshole.
Yo, yo.
I'm an asshole.
He's an asshole.
What an asshole.
Yo, yo.
I use public toilets and I piss on the seat.
I walk around in the summertime saying, how about this heat?
I'm an asshole.
He's an asshole.
What an asshole.
Yo, yo.
I'm an asshole.
He's an asshole.
What an asshole.
Yo, yo.
Sometimes I park in handicapped spaces while handicapped people make handicapped faces.
I'm an asshole.
He's an asshole.
What an asshole.
Yo, yo.
I'm an asshole.
He's an asshole.
What an asshole.
Yo, yo.
Maybe I shouldn't be singing this song.
Ranting and raving and carrying on.
Maybe they're right when they tell me I'm wrong.
I'm an asshole.
Yo, yo.
What an asshole.
Yo, yo.
I'm an asshole.
What an asshole.
I'm going to get myself a 1967 Cadillac Eldorado Convertible.
Hot pink with a whale skin, a hubcap, an all leather cow interior, and big brown baby
seal eyes for headlights.
Yeah!
And I'm going to drive around in that baby at 115 miles per hour, getting one mile per
gallon, sucking down quarter pounder cheeseburgers from McDonald's in the old-fashioned, non-biodegradable
styrofoam containers.
And when I'm done sucking down those greaseball burgers, I'm going to wipe my mouth with the
American flag, and then I'm going to toss the styrofoam containers right out the side,
and there ain't a goddamn thing anybody can do about it.
You know why?
Because we got the bomb.
That's why.
