Eric wants me to say some­thing.  Okay…

All you fuck­ers that don’t use your turn sig­nals when you’re driving…FUCK YOU!  Lazy pricks!  All you gotta do is move your fuck­ing hand a cou­ple of inches and the world is a much safer place.  But, no!  Any slight exer­tion on your part is too much to fuckin’ ask!  Maybe you just dig on being mys­te­ri­ous or some­thing, you’re spe­cial because nobody knows where the fuck you’re going!   Eat shit and die, shitloafs!

All you dicks who like to get your cream and sugar at the cof­fee shop and then pro­ceed to block the condi­ment area so you can flirt with the cute girl behind the counter, you should all be killed.  Slowly.  With tiny lit­tle burn­ing forks.

Any­body who lit­ters, you should be in prison.  And raped in prison by your own garbage.

Wel­come to Jason’s fas­cist lit­tle world.  There’ll be more to come…