Editor's Quick Tips, Vol. #10

Today's Topic: Roofs.

Remember when you had a roof over your head? It kept the rain from washing the dirt of your honest labor off of you (clean people who make less than $100,000 per year being the biggest boner-killer ever for the mustachioed puppy-rapists whom our society has deemed uniquely qualified for regular feedings of freshly-tasered hobo-meat). Now you sit in a drainage ditch as the shit excreted by those hirsute dog-boinkers washes around your trash-bag-enclosed legs, your tears mixing and mingling with a particularly acidic rain which would until recently have been possible only within the sulferic atmosphere of Earth's sister-planet, Venus, which the Earth will soon begin incestually to bone thanks to a synecdochal celestial ass-fuck made possible by the collective hard-ons of the turd-slurping Rich.

Why aren't you angry? Why aren't you and I burning a bank right now?