It's Texas. The fuckers could tailgate a hurricane.
The only way to cruise Panama City during spring break.
I'm about 5 miles past the sound of banjos in East Tennessee.
Guy down the road grows corn out front, puts it through the still in the back.
One of his best customers is a deputy sheriff.
Special favors are for swamp creatures.
You just admitted to not only being here illegally, but illegally voting. Multiple times.
Go back. Try legal methods.