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Parade? Parade? I ain't got to go to no stinkin Parade!
Boycotted Parades totally starting 45-years ago.
Always some despicable politician rodent stopping up the traffic flow so to kiss babies and hug buxom blonds n' brunettes. Then the clutch gets hot while the leg gets sore from slamming the pedal down every 13 seconds. Need to also drive while firing the water gun filled with ammonia so to help repel the howling mob of garbage and egg throwing miscreant thugs.
The antique car is for my pleasure and amusement and not that of a horde of vulgar holiday rabble and drunken bums.
Parades . . . Ba! Humbug!
yours truly . . .
Parade Scrooge