40 Ounces of Vertigo – IOTW Report

40 Ounces of Vertigo

Raise your hand if you’re a little sick of people with unidentifiable accents wandering around with nothing but mayhem following them.

Call me xenophobic if you will. I don’t care.

 
ht/ rob e.

17 Comments on 40 Ounces of Vertigo

  1. Animals. Worthless, no morals, federal tit-sucking, free-shit-grabbing, bastard-ass, parasites who can’t buy a belt or process a sound bite over 10 seconds in length that doesn´t rhyme who think they’re entitled to anything because they’ve been given everything for decades with our hard-earned tax dollars! Don’t know where it is, but I’ll bet you dollars to donuts it an area with a democRat councilman in a city with a democRat mayor, in a state with a democRat Governor!

  2. Didn’t really catch the gist of that other then we apparently picked it up a lot closer to the end then the beginning. I’ll tell you one thing, it sure as hell isn’t Mayberry and anyone that laughs at you for longing for the 50s when white people were running things needs one of those pop bottles up the side pop their head too.

  3. Used to be you could move out to the country to avoid the vibrance. Now every little town in the sticks has its own muslim and mexican enclaves, thanks to progs and their resettlement fetish.

  4. Just a guess but I think that city is somewhere in a Progressive Donkville with plenty of gun free zones. Not worth the legal headache or the 3x45ACP rounds (assuming a Mozambique drill).

    That subdural hematoma (aka brain bleed) might take care of one guy and the felonious assault charges will hopefully take the other out of circulation

  5. Obama’s America.

    These two uncoordinated pussies look both drunk, and gay. Domestic violence?

    In my NYC days you could see these drunk gay couples having sloppy slap-fights outside some gay bar they’d just been ejected from. Two (or more) weak, drunk, self-loathing losers wrestling pointlessly. There were the same accusations about stolen money.
    If you watched long enough the ‘fight’ phase would give way to the ‘crying’ phase, and the knobgobblers would stagger off into the night, still together.
    Same fight-cry drama outside the dyke clubs, but much more vicious since the female of the species is deadlier, etc.

    That bottle in the vid smashes easier than I expected. Must be using thinner glass these days.

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