What Part Of . . .

. . . being smashed out of your gourd don't people understand?

Oh, celebrities just positively HATE IT when Dull Normals come up and "notice" them during dinner, or some shit like that, yet they persist in driving their own Mercedeses while totally fucked up when they could afford a dozen chauffeurs a night, doing cocaine at parties, getting pulled over by the cops and just losing their marbles with the "Do You Know Who I Am?" schtick . . .

Ever since William Holden (yo, yo, you too young? Google him) killed an innocent driver on a road in Switzerland by being smashed out of his mind and got away with it pretty much scot-free, "celebrities" and whatever these puffed-up peacocks want to call themselves at any given time have ridden roughshod over the "plebes" as if they were a race apart.

Well, guess what: THEY are a race apart. It's called "Assholes."

Learn the term. Study it. Absorb it. Call me if you have any further questions about the term "Assholes."

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