Maybe It's like when hank makes bobby smoke a carton of cigarettes.
haven't seen anyone point out that he and the hooker are complaining they got 2.06 grams of crack when the scale clearly reads 20.6… dealer wasn't fuckin around
holy shit, I guess.
I don't judge those people, but if I were there, I would totally be judging those people and myself, and I would be like, Ah, my life is fucked, what am i doin with all these losers, I should be spending time with my kids, these people are corrupted by the world, they're corrupted by satan, i'm corrupted by satan, what am I doing, and then I would leave the tent and have a few beers and have a great time and just be like "woah, i got too high"
Nah, that's tarded… don't be a stupid faggot.
Cuz those kids are totally fuckin brainwashed.. its like their life is a game of dungeons and dragons, except everything is about clothes and makeup.. They don't even understand what's happening yet.
later they're gonna be like "wtf,.. that's what a faggot is? and i'm a faggot?!" but they have mechanisms designed to dismiss this realization, so it'll be severely delayed.
stereotype derived from people who wore them because they were literate and needed them to read.