I'll start with people I deal with daily.

day laborers-

I don't give a fuck about your drywall, your pipes, or your goddamn union that can't find you work. If your so goddamn broke, why are you dropping $120.00 on tranny movies using your state debit card?


old people-

Seriously, you were born in nineteen fucking forty-one. I would assume that you knew what a price tag was, what it looked like and how to read those crazy combinations of numbers and dollar signs. And NO, we don't have "those VCR tapes".

trendy youth-

Congratulations. You and all of your buddies just happened to wear the exact same Hollister shirts on the same day!! What are the odds?! What did you say? "Who uses this stuff"? I'm not quite sure, but my best guess would be, PEOPLE THAT LIKE TO SHOVE THINGS IN THEIR BUTTS AND TWATS. And believe me when I say that I totally believe you when you tell me that the $70.00 pocket pussy in your hands is a "gag gift for your buddy".


Meth-heads-

Quit fucking shaking already, you're making me nervous. No, I'm not your friend, and no, I don't give a fuck about the band your meth buddy plays in that sounds like the one I'm playing in the store. Take your flap-jacked titted whore, your beat-up Reeboks, and whatever merchandise you sucessfully crammed down the crotch of your pants and fuck off already.

closet gays-

Let me guess, those gay videos are for your wife, and the lesbian ones are for you, right?

Swingers-

Your fat. Your old. You smell. Quit putting images in my head. I could give two fucks about what podunk town you visit every Saturday to involve yourself in fat, old, smelly orgies. Fuck off.

There's so much more, but I'll stop here.