Had a late breakfast at IHOP yesterday. It was the "after Church" kind of crowd you might expect to see, lots of older folks, all in their Sunday best, hats affixed with bobbie-pins, at least two walkers. In walks this college kid, clean-cut, not really outwardly threatening in any way...except for his black t-shirt, which read (in big block letters):
"FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING FUCK."
Now, don't get me wrong, I'm no prude, but what the heck? IHOP on a Sunday is the place you wear that shirt?
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