You know, what pisses me off more than anything is all these people who aren`t exactly politically correct. Like the other day, I was out walking my Siberian-American huskies. And you know how canines are: they like to sniff everything, including each other`s butts. So some guy walks up and he says, "Man, Get your dog`s ass out of that other dog`s nose!"
So, I replied, "How dare you call them dogs! They`re Siberian-American huskies. That`s like calling an African-American a Black. Or calling a Mexican-American a Mexican. Or calling a homosexual a stupid faggot!" It pissed me off so much I got a nose ring, died my hair blue and moved to San Francisco!
My bus is broken down My spirit`s broken too My girl`s by my side So I don`t feel so blue Thirty miles more To make it to the city Where junk is king And the air smells shitty
What a friendly town It really suits us well It took some getting used to That fucking hippy smell Everyone corrects me Every time I speak I`m sick and fucking tired Of feeling like a stupid L.A. geek
I like it I like it I like it I like it, yes I do
I say it`s not an issue It doesn`t shed much light On a global scale It isn`t worth the fight The tongue that girl speaks Is forked to you and me That bitch has got a problem I think it`s called P.C.
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