At Least You Weren't Driving
I was at the Fullerton Transportation Center talking to my homeless friend around midnight on June 3. We had just attended the Fullerton City Council meeting about Nazi-esque Police Chief Dan Hughes and justice for Kelly Thomas. You drunk-ass college girls were loud and obnoxious and couldn't even conjugate a verb. You were climbing out of the bars, straddling rent-a-bikes as though they were horses, and falling over wasted, time and time again. You needed assistance even walking. On the contrary, the homeless people who called the train station home that night were sleeping or quietly minding their own business. Not one even yelled at you. Congratulations, you've earned your degree in pathetic narcissism. Good luck getting that M-R-S.
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