Thing is, it took me a grand total of about three seconds to spot you as Typical Douche when I saw that fucking look on your face. You know the one I mean. That's some serious douchenozzling we're talking about here.
I knew I wouldn't want to spend even ten minutes riding in the back seat of a tiny car with you, even if it is in my personal interest to acquire those flagons of ale; quite frankly, I was dreading it. And you didn't disappoint. Oh, your sister's name is Emily? What are the odds. (Where is Walmart already!!)
Finally. Why, yes, I'd love some free booze! Oh, but little did I know... little did I know. I mean, superb job on scoring 2 handles of the golden sauce. Sneaking two big ol' bottles into your duster is skillful, I'll admit. But let's be serious for a minute. You really gonna make me pay for this brotha?? What a buzzkill. I don't really care that you ripped off a Walmart, Mr. Klepto-man. You just had to go and douche it up like nobody's business.
Additional douche of note: D trying to spin out his silver Mustang in the Walmart parking lot. Because that's what he does with his time. Anyone see that one South Park? Yeah, this guy's a fag.
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