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Trump is doing the exact opposite of that. He is prioritizing more expensive fossil fuel energy, making energy more expensive for American citizens, and polluting their air and water, and accelerating climate change for everyone on the planet.
I would wish that there was ANYTHING that I could cheer for Trump over.
I could forgive him his toxic character, if he had some general positive effect on the world.
A silver lining like promoting those cars cannot compensate for his onslaught of
stupidity, cruelty, divisiveness, authoritarianism, corruption, chaos, existential threat,
and utter incompetence, in which only the last of his malignancies provides some relief.
If he was competent, his harmful effect would probably have been irreversible already.
You fools, you got snookered and the rest of us are paying the price. Thanks.
I am not happy about 142 dollars to fill up my truck either but i also would not be happy glowing in the dark with my skin falling off after some asshole terrorist got ahold of irans nukes and launched them hollaring alley ackbar
HE SHOULD BE REMOVED AND REPLACED.
How much more provocation do we need.1979 hostages , backing terror attacks on allies and us.
There’s never a good reason to go to war with a country without provocation. You, Phart, can try to make excuses, but, the truth is the truth.
There country would be a big pile of rubble and wreckage there oil fields would be burning 🔥 there people would be dead in the streets our ground crews would be covering there dead with American flags and our national anthem would be ringing in the air
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Remember the night dessert storm touched off keep that picture in your head
But, let’s say we go on with the war. The next step is boots on the ground. Are you enlisting or are you going to hide behind some poor 20 something? Someone who doesn’t want to be there nor knows why we’re there.
Go on, Dgraff, call me a dumb blond, but, from where I stand, you are a lot dumber than me or a whole bunch of people.
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What would have Biden and Harris of done send them pallets of billions of dollars to quiet them down for a while that only worked a short time listen president TRUMP is not the kind of man to roll over and pretend he don’t see what they are doing
Look at what this illegal war has caused (and you know what I mean) and tell me why it’s wrong for Democrats to oppose it.
Biden and Harris are knowledgeable and honorable people that would have not gone to war on a wim. This Clown has a problem keeping his diaper clean let alone governing the country.
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Contrary to what many have asserted in recent years, the establishment of slavery preceded the establishment of the United States by many years, and not by Americans. A large part of economy had become dependent on it long before America existed. England itself didn’t ban slavery in the British Isles until 1833. It certainly did little to discourage it in the Americas prior to 1776, so long as money was being made there.
Interestingly, the Dutch were the ones to first establish permanent European-based slavery in the Americas in the 1600s, buying African captives from the native African slave catchers and then shipping them to the Americas. I say European-based slavery because the Dutch were not the first to practice slavery on this continent. It existed for generations prior to even the Vikings’ first forays to America, along with genocide, human sacrifice, conquest for land and resources, and cannibalism, among many other examples of the darker side of human behavior.
Another interesting fact is that records show one of the first registered slave owners for legal purposes in America was himself a black man named Anthony Johnson. An indentured servant in the early 1600s who gained his independence after fulfilling his contractual obligation, he went on to become a wealthy tobacco plantation owner in Virginia with numerous slaves of his own.
One of his slaves took him to court in 1655 to sue him for his release, and it is recorded that Johnson won the case, thus establishing officially recognized legal slavery in the colonies.
Slavery remained an economic and political problem that kept getting kicked down the road until 1860, when Abraham Lincoln (R) was elected. The Democrats, fearing that he had the power to ban slavery (he didn’t, that is, until they handed it to him three years later when Lincoln was able to convince Congress to ban slavery in all the states that were in rebellion), they revolted and we ended up with a civil war that caused 600,000 casualties, severely limited the South’s ability to make money, destroyed several cities, and ultimately established a more powerful centralized federal government.
It also established the de-establishment of that peculiar institution called Slavery.
The ones who kept forcing the issue to be kicked down the road time after time were the loudest proponents for "states’ rights": the Democrat party, especially those in the slave states. Rather than compromise with the North to finally rid America of its “peculiar institution,” they doubled down on it and demanded equal representation for slave states whenever a new state was established. This became known as the Missouri Compromise.
This forced the Congress to make one slave state for each free state accepted into the Union. Bloody Kansas comes to mind here, as slave staters regularly raided Kansas and massacred free staters living there prior to its acceptance into the Union, attempting to keep Kansas from becoming a “free state” and giving the North more representation in Congress.
As for firearms, how many kings have we had in the United States since its establishment in 1776? How many Stalins or Mussolinis?
I don’t mind that there is the private ownership of firearms in the hands of American citizens, until they use them criminally. Other than that, this is a manufactured hot issue, because if the estimated 390 million guns in the country were an actual threat to the nation and society as a whole, especially to the government, the issue would have been settled years ago by the very owners of those estimated 390 million privately owned firearms.
And, you also would not have been able to make that remark above. Like Ernesto “Che" Guevara in Cuba, summary executions for divergence of ideology would be the order of the day, but only IF gun owners were half as dangerous as some like to claim.
But, no. A vast majority of gun owners are law abiding citizens who like to mind their own business and would like others to, please, stay out of theirs, as long as they’re not hurting anyone else.
Then there is this one often overlooked fact that gun violence is NOT caused by guns. On the contrary. They are just one of the many tools used by violent persons to harm others. People cause gun violence, not the other way around. Even before the invention of the firearm, people hurt other people. Swords, knives, rocks, even pointed sticks, have been employed to massacre hundreds, even thousands, at a time.
When you choose ignore that inconvenient truth, you choose to deny the existence of a long history of violent behavior that has stained humanity since we first left the trees and started walking upright. The violence is nothing new. It is the tool that is.
Getting rid of a tool will not change that.
AND, you have no way to protect yourself from it! That is the irony of you smug attitude.
extremely careful what you say or do, because they are looking for a reason
to arrest or shoot you. Our police is patient and restrained as kindergarten teachers.
We have much more freedom than you do.
If you are in danger of people robbing your house, you value the right to own
a fucking mean guard dog. However, it requires food, attention and vet bills,
and one day the fucker will bite you. That's why you're more free if you don't
need a guard dog for your house to be safe.
HOW do you rid the human mind of the desire to steal, harm, hate? Answer that question with a viable and affordable and successful solution or several, and then you will be laying a corner stone to a solution.
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Edit, here is a google ai search that might help you answer the question but it doesn't cover who pays the cost of it or how successful it is.
Yes, the desire to hate, harm, or kill can be reversed and managed, though it requires conscious effort, often with professional help, to dismantle toxic emotions and rebuild empathy. Healing involves addressing underlying trauma, shifting from victimhood to accountability, and actively replacing violent impulses with constructive coping mechanisms.Here are key strategies for reversing these urges based on psychological insights:Seek Professional Therapy: Intensive therapy, such as Cognitive Behavioral Therapy (CBT) or Dialectical Behavior Therapy (DBT), is crucial for managing violent ideation.Uncover Underlying Fear: Hatred often masks deep-seated fear, powerlessness, or trauma. Identifying the source of this fear can begin the healing process.Practice Forgiveness (for Yourself): Forgiveness is not about condoning actions, but letting go of the toxic burden of rage for your own wellbeing.Differentiate Feeling from Acting: It is possible to acknowledge feelings of hatred without acting on them. Cultivating a "pause" to examine the feeling prevents impulsive, destructive behavior.Distraction and Grounding Techniques: When harmful urges arise, utilizing coping skills like deep breathing, physical exercise, or journaling can help manage the immediate intensity.Rebuild Empathy and Social Connection: Actively combatting the isolation that feeds hate by connecting with supportive individuals or groups is essential for long-term recovery.If you or someone you know is experiencing thoughts of harm, seeking help from a mental health professional is a crucial first step.
You damn sure can't with your attitude.
There will ALWAYS be some evil in the world. The CHOICE is how you handle it; do you choose to minimize the damage of it or do you make choices in which the cure is worse than the disease.
You can turn your country into a police state, in which crime is minimized, by punishing every little offense severely and having cops everywhere controlling every move you make. Maybe that prevents you being robbed that one time in your life, or your bike doesn't get stolen, but the cops will treat you like a suspect and bother you everywhere you go.
Both crime and law enforcement are a risk to your livelihood. You can get mugged on the street or you can get hit my a stray bullet from police officers "handling" criminals. In your country, many people become victims of the police, while doing absolutely nothing illegal. You have justified that by blaming the victim for doing something wrong, but they were NOT breaking the law, before the cop decided to act against them, in most cases.
I am just trying to find an equilibrium between the risk that I'm suffering from evil or crazy people and the risk that I'm suffering from the protective measures. Your priority lies almost completely with suppression of crime, while you accept all the downsides that come from it.
"HOW do you rid the human mind of the desire to steal, harm, hate?"
That's a different question than how you protect yourself from it. Creating a police state will NOT rid the human mind of the DESIRE to steal, harm, hate. It might make rational people think twice about doing it, but criminals are NOT rational people.
The desire to steal, harm or hate are not rational to begin with. In the world we live in, it is rational to build yourself a future by education, self improvement and effectively turning your time and skills into a solid income. Stealing is always a risk, because you are dependent on a criminal economy that pays you money for stolen goods. Dealing with criminals is a risky business; you are always fighting against being ripped of or getting hurt. Harming and hating people is on the same page. That is mostly created by society; there is a culture where harming people for profit is completely acceptable, if you have the power to do so legally or even illegally.
This is propagated by mostly right-wingers, but it is also accepted by corporate liberals. It's only leftists and socialists, who want to reduce that. Hate is also mostly created by the media, that pit people against each other. If you are afraid and angry towards other people without any power, you are distracted from the powerful people harming you.
I'm surprised to see you talk about empathy, because you have always before dismissed it as weak or stupid. Empathy starts with the idea that all people are
the same and have human rights. You are always arguing against that.
Forgiveness? I am not arguing against you, I think. I think you copy/pasted this from somewhere, without reading it. Will you forgive people who entered your country illegally, when they were fleeing violence and chaos, but then did everything they could to follow the law and become a productive member of society?
If not for American foreign and military aid over the past 80+ years, you’d be speaking either German or Russian right now! And, you would most certainly not smugly bragging about your “superior” healthcare system, one that has been funded by the American tax payer since the end of World War II, a war your underwater nation could not prevent or even fight once your German neighbors came in uninvited.
You people couldn’t fight your way out of a wet paper bag! You NEED the U.S. just to exist.
You’re already willing to be enslaved. Attitudes like yours is why there is evil in the world. You’re willing to accept it, so long as it leaves you alone, if just for a little while.
When the boot is on your throat, it doesn’t matter if it is a Right one or a Left one.
As I see it, it would take a major catastrophe that destroys the complete infrastructure of this country and the world, before I would need to bear arms.
The young people and working people are the 1's that terrorizing would bring the most reward to the terrorist.
maiming and killing the people that make the country move would be a more effective way to harming the US as a whole that a bunch of old coots and karens in florida. How many people your age were in the Twin Towers on 9-11?
Besides ,you should want to have a gun Moreso than me, you can't run from danger, you are to old, a gun would be a way for you to protect yourself from something you can't run from.
I don't have to do that now, because I (still) live in a mostly sane country.
I am a pragmatic person; I fight for ideals, but I adjust to the status quo.
who are trying to make the world better, while following principles of democracy and human rights, it will have a strong positive effect.
The wise man was correct, but you have a very skewed idea of what is moral.
How your government behaves, that boot is much more applicable on yours than on mine. Both your parties SUCK BALLS and never do what they promise. Those parties are not representing you, you represent them, out of some stupid loyalty. When they brake every promise, YOU change your tune to justify their actions. That's because your politics is pushed on you from birth. You only follow the media that tells you what you want to hear and you are friends with people who agree with you. Whole states are divide up to the politics that dominate it. People are proudly proclaiming that they have independent thought, because they only agree with 99% of what Trump is doing.
Or they say "I don't have a choice, because the other side is so fucking stupid!".
If a society is so extremely split into two sides, that means you have a problem.
There are two lists, one for Republicans and one for Democrats. The lists are almost opposites of each other, but they are written in their own terminology. Either side will support their points for at least 90%, often 99% or 100%. THAT IS NOT HEALTHY!!!
The difference in my country is huge. Every person has their OWN ideas. Even if they vote for the same party or are a member (and we have 15 parties in the House of Representatives) people still might only agree 70%-80% with each other. Then we have DISCUSSIONS, in which we actually try to convince the other, instead of score points.
We have a functioning democracy that listens to its people, because our vote still matters. We have more than two pathetic choices. If one party fucks us over, we don't have just one other choice. We can even easily create a new party and vote it into significant power. If they don't do as they promised, the next election they are gone or decimated.
Almost all Americans hate politics and hate their government. Why do you think that is?
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I don’t remember President Biden having this problem.
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Hey buddy, can you spare a dime?
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And then they start buying everything.
And then everything you need and do enriches them further.
The time of the middle class is ending, and we are going back
to a system of the poor working for the wealthy elites.
Peasants once fought for their freedom and a decent quality of life
but now they give it back to the wealthy elites.
If you won the lottery tomorrow Ananas, what would you do with the money? Give it all away and continue to work like a slave to your employer? Give it all to Uncle Jetten?
You don't understand the difference between rich and wealthy, if you think winning the lottery is applicable.
In my country, the biggest lottery price is about 20 million or something. That's rich.
For wealthy people, that's pocket change. They can spend that every day and still
stay wealthy. You are clearly not understanding the scale of their wealth.
The problem with wealthy people is that they are disruptive to society, because they have too much power. Everyone is much poorer and has to work much harder,
because we are all supporting that bunch of leeches.
Don't think about what you or I would do, if we would have that money, because we never will. Look out for everyone else, instead of that tiny group. Modern civilization invented DEMOCRACY to protect the interests of everyone, instead of a tiny group
of people who are sick from greed. Democracy is wasted on people like you.
Trump is doing the opposite of the French revolution and throwing the commoners back into feudalism. And you're one of the rubes who support it. If I was the king of France, would I want to stay that wealthy and powerful? Yes, probably I would, but I AM NOT, so I think about the other 99.99% who I belong with. Why don't you?
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The Saggy Granny runs out of COVID welfare money Part 1
Times were indeed tough at the trailer park. With Gerome back in prison, where he belongs, and Chuckles certified by the state as an "invalid", Saggy was in trouble. They had it so well during COVID but squandered their money as usual. For 7 months, the trailer was running so well. They had phones, power, internet, and food. In fact, there was even enough money for Kool 100's and a nice box of wine. It was a period of prosperity not seen in the trailer since 1981.
It was mid-November and with bills piling up and holidays rapidly approaching, a decision had to be made. What would they do for money? Charlie was not an option. No one would hire him because of his walker and zero job skills. To that point, the last time Charlie had a real job was in 1969, working for the porta-potty company. After the on the job injury, Charlie had to rely on the Saggy Granny to live. No one ever expected much from Charlie in general. He's a real lump.
Now, the two mongoloids sat around their card table dining room set contemplating their next move. Knowing they were out of their league making such an adult decision, they brought in the trailer park consigliere, Rhanda-Lynn. Help arrived swiftly thereafter as Rhanda-Lynn had the want ads from The Swamp Times. The group quickly went through the ads and found the following jobs:
1. Pet cage cleaner at the kennel
2.Pest control apprentice
3. Truck stop waitress, night shift
It became obvious that the first two jobs were too high tech for the Saggy Granny. She had no time to go through such advanced training! So, truck stop waitress was going to save the day. Saggy Granny had a lot experience slinging coffee, burgers, and her ratty cunny back in the day. That was during her heyday of the 1970's. It was a new era today and she was nervous. Saggy got her best outfit and had Rhanda-Lynn take her to the truck stop to fill out the application. With toes that naturally crossed, hopefully she would get an interview that same day. When Saggy arrived, her heart was racing. It had been so many years since she played the role of lot lizard at her last truck stop.
Lot Lizard: n. (lott-liz-zurd): trashy, street-level, female prostitutes who frequent some truck-stop parking lots and rest areas at night. Most lot lizards openly "advertise" using CB radios; others boldly walk from truck to truck randomly knocking on doors.
Same as: commercial company; lizard; pavement princess; saggy granny; sleeper leaper; mattress maiden;
(source: Truck Fuck Magazine)
Rhanda-Lynn pulled in and parked in the handicap spot. After all, Saggy is eligible for special parking with all her ailments. Saggy slung her dried up prune tits over her shoulder and waddled her way into the restaurant and was hit with sensory overload. The smells and sounds of the truck stop brought back so many memories. Her feeble mind started to wander off and was interrupted by Delmont, the head manager of the truck stop. Delmont was smoking, cursing, and slinging orders to his staff. Saggy was impressed he had a clipboard and walkie-talkie! All this technology was intimidating! Saggy finally got Delmont's attention and asked for an application. Delmont gave her a look and couldn't control his laughter. It was the worst nightmare come true for Saggy!
Delmont stopped laughing and then went right into the attack, asking her, "what the fuck she was doing at his truck stop." He needed waitresses not a walking corpse! Saggy pleaded with Delmont for the job, even offering to suck his dick. It was starting to quiet down after the lunch rush, so Delmont agreed to an interview. Delmont told her to take off her coat so he could examine the merchandise. His customers demanded some hot truck muff, after a long day. Delmont felt a wave of nausea hit him! Worse than the time he went in for body sushi at the strip club. Delmont felt bad for this old broad and offered her the job on three conditions. First, she needs to wear a face mask even after COVID. Second, she must use plastic wrap to seal up her cunny slit. He could not risk another health department violation. Third, she would need to use trucker load straps to keep her tits off her belly button. The Saggy Granny had not been so proud or happy in a long time and gleefully accepted the job! It was the answers to all her prayers!
Two Days Later-
It was time for her first day and Saggy was ready to sling and serve. She needed to get out her old waitress uniform. It was being stored with all the other things she had not used in years: dignity, productive member of society, and youth. The uniform appeared to be in good condition and Saggy felt some pride flowing through her potbelly. She was in her best used panties and bra and was ready to get dressed. It was a Tuesday but her panties said Saturday. She did not give a fuck! There was however, a glitch in the matrix because this uniform would not zip up! Saggy had had too much dinner and now was in serious trouble. Well, you guessed it, it was an emergency call to Rhanda-Lynn to save the day. If Saggy was late the first day, Delmont would fuck her up.
Rhanda-Lynn was a talented seamstress. She had just a few minutes to sort this out. The only option was to use a Hefty cinch-sack garbage bag. It would be easy to sew in, and with the built-in expansion technology, it would handle Saggy's cunt gut. An added bonus was this brand also had odor control. So, after a long day of slinging coffee and trucker vittles, the odor that had haunted Saggy for years would not impact her tips. Rhanda-Lynn finished up her project and put some real effort into getting the Saggy Granny into her half uniform half trash bag outfit. It was a little loose to be fair, but Rhanda used the cinch sack ties to hold it all together. Its was time to head to the truck stop for her first shift. It was already 11:37pm and they would have to hurry to get there on time...
Stay tuned for updates!
Rhanda-Lynn was nearly flooring her 1983 Pontiac Bonneville to get her friend to work. Pontiac being the preferred brand of certain ghetto people, it automatically is a piece of shit car. They were finally up to 39 MPH when the car started smoking and losing speed. Saggy Granny cursed her friend for owning such a clunker but did not a better option. Her own car, the saggy hauler was without tires and was sitting on blocks in front of the trailer. Charlie was supposed to have got in running back in 1997 but was too lazy and too broke to sort it out. Another failure in his scummy life.
The two ding dongs were still over 6 miles to the truck stop and it was getting close to midnight. They pulled over to assess the situation. If she was late, Delmont would fire her on the spot. Rhanda-Lynn got the hood open to look at her engine. It was smoking and she was scared to open the radiator cap. There just wasn't time for another trailer park tragedy tonight. They were on a on a dark swamp highway humid wind in their wigs, warm smell of unwashed cocks rising up through the air.... wait those are not the right lyrics...
Saggy and Rhanda were starting to panic and just when they thought they were sunk, a semi-truck came out of nowhere. At first, they thought he was going to hit them but they heard the trucker desperately trying to get into the brakes to stop in time. Rhanda-Lynn had turned off all her lights like a retard and it nearly cost them their lives! The truck came to stop with inches to spare and the trucker was not happy. He got out and light them up with a slur of obscenities. Tubby Tucker worked for Big T's Chicken and had a trailer full of live chickens. He had a deadline to get his birds to the slaughterhouse and was not happy two old hens and fucked up his delivery schedule.
The Saggy Granny pleaded with him to get her a lift to the truck stop. She thought about showing off her cunny but remembered she could not risk tearing her trash bag dress. Tubby agreed to help the stranded birds but they would have to ride in the trailer with the rest of the chickens. With no choice, they both waddled into the trailer and got inside. The smell was unbearable but this was their only choice. Tubby put the truck back into gear and sped to the truck stop diner.
Tubby was trucking like a maniac and was coming in too fast. The truck stop was just ahead and he was not slowing down. Saggy thought she might have to tuck and roll to get out in time. Thankfully, the truck stopped and Tubby opened the trailer and started howling with laughter. Both Rhanda-Lynn and the Saggy Granny were covered in chicken feathers. It was truly a new low point for these off brand birds. Saggy jumped down and nearly broke her ankle, which was already strained under her weight. Rhanda-Lynn was trying to pluck all the feathers off her friend and run at the same time. It was 1157 and the shift started at midnight. With seconds to spare, the Saggy Granny clocked in at 1159. It finally happened! After months of sitting at home, she was now earning her own money.
Rhanda-Lynn took a seat and was going to be a customer. As the Saggy Granny got her order pad and coffee pot, several truckers took notice to the chaos. As the Saggy Granny waddled towards the booth, the truckers all started making chicken noises and offered to buy her some seeds for her dinner. It was humiliating to say the least! Saggy ignored the hecklers and kept her composure until she saw Delmont standing in her way. He gave her a cursing for making a mess and having feathers stuck in her hair. Delmont told her there would be a tax for her fuck up. The Saggy Granny would have to pay for all the fried chicken specials they had to throw out. No one wanted to eat chicken after seeing the Saggy Granny covered in chicken feathers. It was not a great start to her shift. Ten dinners were thrown into the trash and at $6.95 per dinner, Saggy calculated she owned Delmont like $100! Delmont realized he was dealing with an imbecile and just let it go. Might as well make a few extra dollars.
Rhanda-Lynn had her menu open and was banging on the table for service. She lost her shit and even said she was going to go on Yelp if she didn't get some vittles served up. Saggy looked at her friend in disgust. What was happening!? Was Rhanda-Lynn going to get her sacked on the first night!?
Will it get worse? What else could happen to this old lump? Stay tuned.
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The Saggy Granny runs out of COVID welfare money Part 3
0130 at the Truck Stop
Rhanda-Lynn had worked up quite an appetite. She ordered the Dump Truck Breakfast: 8 egg omelette with 5 kinds of cheese, sausages,, bacon, hash browns , pancakes, 96 ounce Mountain Dew, and ice cream sundae. It was named the dump truck since it caused everyone to run to the bathroom after eating it. This of course had a different name in Australia where it was called the Lix Every Day Delight. A proper meal for the heavier set ladies. The Saggy Granny was starving and was disgusted her friend was going to gorge herself.
Reluctantly, the Saggy Granny took the order and marched off to ring it up. Delmont was watching and annoyed it took Saggy nearly 12 minutes to get it entered. He also realized that he may in fact have hired a retard but It did not matter. Delmont was off until 8AM. It was Leroy's turn to deal with this geriatric window licker. He would get the full report when he returned to work. Any complaints or problems and he was going to sack this old lump.
Rhanda-Lyyn sucked down that soda like she was giving head to save her life. Saggy had to get her a free re-fill and struggled to work the soda machine. All this new technology was a struggle for our old lass. Now that Rhanda-Lynn's order was in and she had a fresh trough of soda to water herself, Saggy had to check on some truckers that just arrived. They looked like trouble and Saggy was nervous.
These truckers were for real! The attacks started immediately on the Saggy Granny. Fat jokes, elderly jokes etc. Referring to her potbelly, one of these bastards even said the last time he saw a tire so big it was being put on his new trailer! It was just awful. Then the real jokes started in and she was forced to listen:
A man is lying on the beach, wearing nothing but a cap over his crotch. A woman passing by remarks, "If you were any sort of a gentleman, you would lift your hat to a lady." He replies, "If you were any sort of a sexy lady, the hat would lift by itself."
As an airplane is about to crash, a female passenger jumps up frantically and announces, "If I'm going to die, I want to die feeling like a woman." She removes all her clothing and asks, "Is there someone on this plane who is man enough to make me feel like a woman?" A man stands up, removes his shirt and says, "Here, iron this!".
The Saggy Granny was outraged. She only wished ADMIN was here to make a report. But this was the real-world and she had to take it. Leroy was watching her every move and was also howling with laughter at the jokes. Our Saggy lass was regretting taking this new job. It was not the glamorous role she had dreamt about for so long. Saggy took their orders and retreated to the kitchen to gather her thoughts.
It was taking forever for Rhanda-Lynn's breakfast of champions to arrive. She was bored and her money maker was getting wet. Why not get some extra money as long as she was stuck here all night! Rhanda-Lynn flashed a smile at a trucker that sat down. He was alone and Rhanda-Lynn felt a connection. The trucker flashed his one tooth grin and motioned towards the bathroom.
Rhanda-Lynn went inside and the trucker was waiting. He bent over Rhanda-Lynn and stuck it in her rotten cunny. It didn't take long and he came all over her back. Her clothes covered in trucker goo. The trucker put his package away and told her to enjoy her breakfast shake. Rhanda-Lynn made $15 and it only took three minutes! This was going to be a good night and best of all, she did not have to share with the Saggy Granny! This was all her big money!
When Rhanda-Lynn headed back to her booth, Saggy was busy bringing her six plates of food. It was a feast fit for a truck stop whore! As Saggy dropped off the plates, she was tempted to steal something to eat. Rhanda-Lynn cursed her friend to keep off her vittles! Saggy Granny had other customers to service and waddled her fat ass towards the next table. She had to be careful as she rounded the corner or her bubble butt would jackknife into the wall.
Rhanda-Lynn was getting deep in her Dump Truck special when the inevitable
started to happen: her gut started to swell and bubble. There was something in Rhanda-Lynn's brain that told her to run... to the restroom! Beads of sweat were forming and this old girl moved like the wind! Rhanda-Lynn was smart and knew she needed to use the men's room. She was not about to nuke the ladies room because Saggy would make her clean up the mess. No, she would use the men's room and would blame of of the truckers. As she sat in the stall waiting for the explosions, Rhanda-Lynn felt like Saggy did back in 1984 when she had her first rat. Saggy did not even know she was pregnant and had the baby in a Greyhound bus stop bathroom. That little bastard shot out of saggy like a cannonball! What a day to remember thought Rhanda-Lynn. But it was not time for nostalgia, it happened so fast that no toilet engineered on earth could take the onslaught. It was a mess that they would never forget. Rhanda-Lynn was out of breath and had to get out quick.
Rhanda-Lynn got back to her booth and resumed her feast of diabetes and heart failure. It was just then that it happened: There was a loud cracking some as pipes burst in the restroom. It was a mess that truck stop had never seen before. Leroy was looking to punish someone for this mess and the Saggy Granny was in his sights. Leroy told Saggy to report to the bathroom with a mop and bucket. This was announced over the loudspeaker so everyone could hear it. All the truckers and Rhanda-Lynn could not stop laughing. Just another day for the Saggy Granny!
It was barely 3AM and Saggy was started to get tired. She had not worked this hard in years! When she went to refill Rhanda-Lynn's soda for the 5th time she looked at her friend who could not stop laughing. It was then she knew it was Rhanda-Lynn that had destroyed the restroom. Rhanda-Lynn nearly fell out of the booth and it was then Saggy had reached the lowest part of her life.
With her shift only half over, what else could go wrong?
STAY TUNED!
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The Saggy Granny runs out of COVID welfare money Part 4
0330 hours- Truck Stop Diner
Well, as you know by know the Saggy Granny was off to a grand start. It was finally time for her break. The diner still reeked from Rhana-Lynn's Pearl Harbor attack on the diner toilet but that was not going to spoil girls appetite. Saggy was always up to old tricks: stealing, welfare fraud, whoring, and general grifting. Whatever the opposite of Ocean 11's is, that is where Saggy operates. Some real low-level shit conjured up in her feeble mind.
The Saggy Granny had two goals in mind during her break. First, she needed to earn some extra cash to pay for the chicken dinners she ruined. Second, she needed some food! Things had slowed down in the kitchen and Gentry Jenkins their head cook was also on break. This is where Saggy made her move: she moved in on poor Gentry. Saggy needed some cash and BAD. She offered her mouth, cunny, and back cunt up for $40. Gentry laughed and offered $10, all in. Saggy agreed and offered to start sucking him off. Gentry watched as her yellow teeth and bad breath approached his cock. He had to think about another woman to get hard and then just closed his eyes as Saggy started to polish him.
For an old lass with a lot of ailments, Saggy still had some good flexibility in her neck and mouth. She had been eyeing the large vat of mayo that would come in handy. She needed some extra lube "down there" and Gentry could cook her up like a tuna-melt before he fucked her. Gentry was getting close to shooting some cook cum when he saw something! It was a tattoo on her arm that send "Owned by Gerome" and that meant only one thing: This was Germone's slag!!! Gentry knew him from prison and it was going to be amazing! Just as Gentry started to cum, he yelled out that he used to fuck Gerome in prison!! Finished and howling with laughter, Gentry looked down at our poor Saggy Granny! She was filled with rage!
Saggy grabbed the zipperand launched it up, with Gentry's defenseless knob still exposed. The zipper tore up poor Gentry causing him to scream in pain, which alerted Leroy there was trouble at the diner! Cock skin, bl00d, and Afro-pubes went flying all over this pristine kitchen. Worst of all, and unbeknownst to anyone, a mound of cock hair landed in a pot of chili. With Leroy coming in fast to investigate, Gentry ran for the restroom to hide and to try to fix his zippered knob. The Saggy Granny dispatched herself to the break room to resume her smoking and getting fatter.
Leroy arrived and looked around. Satisfied nothing appeared out of normal for this shit box diner, he went back to his office to sleep. Inside the restroom, it was as different story. Gentry was in trouble! His knob was secured in the zipper and he needed help. Calling 911 was out of the question. In addition to the embarrassment, he was also on parole! He swore he would get that Saggy Granny back if it was the last thing he did! She would pay dearly for this mess. His goal was to make sure this was the the last shift she ever worked.
Saggy knew she fucked up yet again and her job was in danger. Alone and with her feeble mind, she was clueless. She also realized there was a tear in her garbage dress and the plastic wrap covering her cunny was loose. She could smell her her cunt fumes. This was not good but was something that had to wait. The priority was Gentry. Despite her hatred for what he did to Gerome, she needed to help him.. It was her only chance to keep her job! Fucks sake, this was only her first shift and look at this fucking disaster!
The Saggy Granny knew her only hope was with Rhanda-Lynn. Being an expert seamstress, it was possible she could help untangle Gentry's trapped knob. Time was a factor and it would need to happen fast! Soon, Gentry would be needed to get them trucker breakfasts prepped for the rush. Saggy thought about trying to tape her uniform but there was no time. She headed back out into the diner to beg Rhanda-Lynn for help.
When the Saggy Granny got to the booth, Rhanda-Lynn was pouring more syrup on her pancakes. It made our girls stomach growl with hunger. Like Starvin' Marvin on "South Park." Yes, a week before US Thanksgiving I am making fun of starving people in Africa. If this is what offends you, get to fuck! Saggy made her report and BEGGED for assistance. Rhanda-Lynn was in no mood. She was feeding and did not like to be interrupted. Saggy promised her $20 and a fresh Dump Truck special meal if she would help. It was an offer that couldn't be refused. Rhanda-Lynn went to her car to get her old lady sewing kit.
Our two old birds slithered about and went inside the restroom to help Gentry. He was in bad shape and cussed them both for being in the predicament. Pretending she was on "Grey's Anatomy" Rhanda-Lynn moved in to help her patient. With her trusty sewing kit in hand, Rhanda-Lynn went to work. She had seen this dozens of times at the factory. Albeit it was fabric and not cock, it was the same principle. With all the tools of her trade in hand, it was only a matter of minutes before Gentry was freed from his penis fly trap. Gentry thanked his unlikely helper and went to the kitchen to sort out his broken knob. All this meant to Saggy was she was out another $20 for the help and $6.95 for the new breakfast. She would have to be on the lookout for a very angry cook seeking revenge.
It was approaching 0400 hours. The breakfast rush was about to start and her garbage bag uniform was leaking cunt fumes. Will our Saggy Granny be able to focus and handle the rush? Or, will she continue to fail?
Stay tuned cunts.
🤔 Hmmmmm How's it going to end!
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The Saggy Granny runs out of COVID welfare money Part 5
0407- Inside the Truck Stop Diner
It has been a very rough start for the Saggy Granny. This was about the worst-case scenario. Not only had this night been full of problems, she was actually LOSING money instead of making it. Saggy had to take off her shoes to do some "advanced math" but figured she was about $81 in the hole... so far. Let's just be honest: even a window licker begging at the freeway on ramp would be making more than this old broad. A new low for our granny!
Saggy stood in front of the mirror and tried to piece herself back together. As things stood, she felt like she was on a Higgins boat heading to Omaha Beach. It was only a matter of time until she went down. Even worse, the toughest part of the shift was coming up. The breakfast rush was legendary in the swamp. The Saggy Granny would need all her energy and whit to service. She combed her "hair" which was a combination of her own hair, a wig, and some raccoon fur. High fashion it wasn't. In fact, the last time someone had her hairstyle the US military was shooting Viet Cong gooks in Vietnam! Putting her best 4 toe foot forward, the Saggy Granny headed back to the dining room. Diabetes had taken several toes and she was luck she had not woken up to a cold leg!
She walked past the kitchen and Leroy gave her a death stare. It was very scary and Saggy moved quickly back to her assigned tables, passing a four top of truckers. As soon as she passed they were hit with a foul smell. One of the truckers, J.T. stood up and cursed Leroy, asking him if he forgot to throw out the catfish dinners from last Friday. Others were complaining as well. Another customer asked if old Leroy had found some Indian food and let it bake in a used diaper! The entire diner was getting sick from the Saggy's rotten rat hole! No wonder old Chuckles stepped out on Saggy for some cock!
Bettina Bodean, one of the only female truckers in these parts had been sitting quietly all evening watching this shit show. But she also knew that Saggy Granny was the cause of all this stench. Bettina used to haul hogs but this was actually worse! This truck bitch was also feared all over the south. Rumors swirled that she had at least 6 kills on the road but they could never find the bodies. Everyone gave her a wide berth. Saggy approached Bettina's table to refill her coffee, which was really the only skill she had. Bettina took pity on the old coffee maker and told her to meet outside in 5 minutes for an "emergency repair" and to bring the seamstress with her. Saggy glowed with excitement! Someone was being nice and was going to help her!
Saggy told Rhanda-Lynn to dispatch herself outside with the sewing kit. The trio met up at Bettina's pink rig (the other truckers secretly called it the "Tuna Can") to fix up the Saggy Granny. Bettina had a truck full of tools, tape, glue, and patches that would help put frumpty dumpty back together again. What kind of "lady" wears a uniform that is part trash bag!!? That's right: The Saggy Granny!! Bettina got out a flashlight to fully assess the situation. It was bad but could probably be repaired. At least temporarily. After all, Bettina was not a miracle worker for christ sake!
Bettina examined the damaged goods in detail. The plastic wrap was fucked up and there was a massive tear in the sewn in garbage bag. Bettina needed to work quickly. First issue was getting the plastic wrap covering up that rat cunt sorted out. It was a fucking mess, but sounding like a surgeon, or wait. More like an intern at Pep Boys, Bettina barked out she needed the roll of duct tape!! Stat! Rhanda-Lynn was delighted to help and passed a huge roll to to the cunt mechanic. Bettina ripped off several strips of duct tape and slapped that cunt plastic back together, sealing in the worst smells and juices. Saggy had a matted mound of gray cunt hairs and that duct tape would give her a waxing she would never forget when it got pulled off. Next was the uniform / garbage bag. It was ripped and looked like it had been hit by that iceberg that sank the Titanic.
Rhanda-Lynn pulled out her thread and needles and was immediately cursed by Bettina. No way that weak ass thread would hold those rolls together! Bettina fetched some high-strength fishing line to sew our our favorite site sow! Rhanda-Lynn struggled with the heavy line to get the bag fixed. The struggle was real! When she finally finished, it didn't look good but Saggy was ready! Bettina offered up the final touch by spraying her down with some Lysol. Satisfied they did a great job, the trio of tards headed back to the diner.
When they entered the diner, Leroy was up from his nap and was NOT happy. The Saggy Granny might be in terrible danger!! Even worse, Saggy did not realize but Bettina was old pals with the Walrus... AKA Lix, AKA LickSipSuckIt. There would be an awful price to pay for her repair work!
What happens next is anyone's guess...
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