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I was out grocery shopping last night, and rode past a car with a bumper sticker that said: “My child was inmate of the month at the county jail.”
I didn’t think people here would even be able to resort to that level of ghettoness, but I guess I was wrong.
I really have got to find a way to either get the hell out of here, or figure out how to stop convincing myself things can’t get any more backward, ghetto or redneck than they already are.