John B. McLemore on the state of the nation

We ain’t nothun’ but a nation of god damn chickenshit, horseshit, tattletale, pissy-ass, whiny, fat, flabby, out-of-shape facebook-lookun’, damn twerk-fest, peekin’ out the windas an’ slippin’ around listenin’ on the cell phone an’ spyin in the peep hole an’ peepin in the crack o’ the god damn door an’ listenin’ in the fuckun’ sheetrock.

Mr Putin pleeease, show some fuckun’ mercy. I mean c’mon, drop the fuckun’ bomb, won’t choo?

(Sigh) I gotta have me some tea.

S Town, Chapter V – 47:53