It's not so bad that I wonder if I missed the news of the oildrillers convention, but we went to a few stores this morning, and what the hell is up with the bestiality? One looked old enough to be a grandfather, and let's give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he has a daughter who burned coal young, and he has to take care of the niglet. He was walking through Walmart and was allowing the niglet, I guess about 2 feet high, to walk behind him on its own.

Then there was the classic soyboy cuck, thick plastic rectangular glasses, and was that really a beanie in this summer weather?!

I won't say that oildrilling is worse than coalburning, but one difference is that a oildriller has to be more, you know, active, and excited enough to dive into the cavern of hell.