Bell Curve

We here in Tulsa love our fireworks, yes wees do indeedy. The rich spend ridiculous amounts of money on their displays so as to keep up with the Joneses and the poor just like to get drunk and blow sh!t up. Sounds good to me. Our annual fireworks show along the Arkansas River Parks draws a huge crowd every year. With crowds come cops. EVERYWHERE. Killing as much of the celebratory buzz as they possibly can. I agree that they should be present, but they don't have to walk around hassling a black kid because he's got two big, friendly, lovable rotweilders adequately leashed. I know they were lovable because they were licking everyone that pet them. So, of course, the cops have to check it out.
The crowd was your typical mass of down-bred, badly-tattooed, front-teeth-missing, wife-beating degenerates just trying to have a good time. They must've had a free shuttle service from Walmart to get SO much of that crowd together in one place. Normally it would be great mullet spotting but I think they're actually figuring it out! Evolution? Do you have the same Walmart complex that I have? When you go in, are you afraid you look like everyone else in there?
It was a good night. The beer flowed in as fast as the urine flowed out, never changing its smell. We, the strugglers had a day just for us. We put our bills off yet another day and tossed our concerns to the humid, stench-of-the-refinery-across-the-river ladened wind, made the sign of the horns and sang the national anthem...BREAKIN' THE LAW, BREAKIN' THE LAW!