Bumper stickers

You know what I just can't understand? Jack asses with bumper stickers. Why the fuck do these retards glue these shitty little pieces of paper on their cars? Freedom of expression? What the fuck ever. It's especially sad when fucking adults do this shit. I had bumper stickers on my car when I was a 16 year old dumb fuck, but I out grew that bullshit.

Personally I think it's pretty fucking stupid to put this crap on your car. I don't fucking care who you voted for. I don't care if you're a vegetarian and I sure as hell don't care about what fucking bands you listen to and I don't care what your stance is on gun control I don't give a rat's ass if you're gay or not and I sure as hell don't need to know that you secretly desire to be a fucking porn star.
It's even worse when they don't limit this crap to their bumpers. NOooo! They have to paste this crap all over their windows too. Sometimes it's just for the sake of putting up their favorite product or company or what the fuck ever. Congrats, fucktards, you've turned your car into a rolling billboard, you fucking tools!

You can pretty much judge what kind of person these dumbasses are before they ever walk out of the car by reading their bumper stickers. I think that fucking sucks. That's a HUGE disadvantage to me if everyone knows my shit before they actually see me and being the slightly neurotic, paranoid, bi polar manic depressive that I am, that is especially nerve racking.
Hell, just by looking at this one chick's car I could tell that she smokes pot, likes The Misfits, hates meat, voted for Kerry, loves puppies, is pro choice, feminist, likes to kayak, hates racism (don't they all), opposes the war yet supports the troops (probably has family serving), and likes Happy Bunny. I know all this yet I've never actually spoken to the girl. I don't even know what she looks like. She may as well paint her address and phone number on the fucking car.

I mean come on! THE MAN™ already knows enough shit about me, I'm sure as hell NOT gonna make it any easier for those sons of bitches! If any fucker wants to know me, they'll have to walk up to me and ask some freaking questions because they're sure as hell ain't gonna get anything by reading what's on the back of my car. Sure I might tell them to fuck off, kick them in the chops and steal their money, but at least they'll know what I'm all about. Bastards... get in my business will ya!