America - fuck yeah!

We were somewhere around Pooraka, on the edge of obscurity, when the disappointment began to take hold.

I remember saying something like 'I think you should drive' when suddenly the air was filled with creatures that seemed like pain-in-the-ass real-estate agents.

'What the fuck are you babbling about?' My partner asked, her head lying back on the headrest, pouring champagne onto her chest to accelerate the tanning process.

Long story short, we didn't get the house.

Actually, it wasn't really a long story at all. That was it.

But I guess I was planning to rant on and on for a while, maybe quote Hunter S. Thompson a bit more, then maybe someone equally horrible. Well... maybe not quite as horrible...

But here's a little song for those of you who are looking for your first house, as I am:

FUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!

FUCKINGFUCKINGFUCKINGFUCKINGFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK

FUCK!

FUCK!

FUCK!

FUCK!!!!!!!!!!

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!