Let's disgust San Marino

Tipping never crosses the cold closed minds of these rich white San Marino pricks. Don't know what their penny pinching problem is but remind me to fire bomb the bucolic neo-con little burg on one of my days off when I can otherwise be found doing the fetal in the cozy-cozy futon temple just west of Western, down the hall from the Mexican drug gang behind the steel entry door, while huddling neath the orange tabby with the outsized attitude and attendant charm. Must add to my ever expanding revenge scroll right after this next incredible dream filled nap.