El Ciego wrote:
Screw you guys. I'm on f*ckin' vacation and I'll wear whatever I f*ckin' want to wear. You self-proclaimed local experts make me wanna puke. Shit, i look better in a jock strap and pith helmet than most of you guys look in tuxedos.
Get this, I'm a tall, fat, blonde, sloppy-ass norteamericano. Ain't no way I'm going to blend in with the locals anyways. Besides, if they don't like the way I look, screw 'em. I'm the one with the f*ckin' money, dig? They should be kissing my fat gringo shorts-werain' ass, becuz I bring down so much f*ckin' cash to help support their pathtic turd-world city with their morally-bankrupt c*cks*ckin' b*tches, their lousy, infested paint-sniffing street k*dz and their underdeveloped city. Oh yeah, like these little brown turds are cosmoplotiain trend-stters. Shit, I look better in a f*ckin' mu-mu than any of these dumb-ass locals in their Sunday best (and what's that? A lousy white shirt worn outside their pants, not even tucked in, over some drab-ass Bolivian army surplus pants?) Yeah, they're my fashion consultants, Phuck tem all. *
YMMV.
Perfect and the message could apply to many other threads as well