I’m going to sit on my front porch and guard my stockpile of bottled water and canned beans while shouting “Get the Hell outta my Gawd-damned yard” just to see what I missed out on a couple of years ago.
If we could just find out who's in charge, we could kill him.
I've got a lot of ideas. Trouble is, most of them suck.
A small town is any place too poor to have its own insane asylum.