I Got Nuffin
So, enjoy some moronic conversations.
Overheard At The Nail Salon:
Redneck Girl: Who are you voting for?
Redneck Girl 2: McCain. That other guy is... *whispers* BLACK.
RG: He's not even black. He's Arab! Did you know his middle name is Hussein; as in Saddam Hussein?
RG 2: Also, I hear he's being funded by those people who destroyed our twin towers.
RG: It's a conspiracy. I'm not letting them get control of our government.
RG 2: That's right!
RG: I'm going to go vote for McCain tomorrow... as soon as I register.
Overheard At The Nail Salon 2:
Asian Nail Technician: You still dating dat guy?
Redneck Girl: Which one?
Asian Nail Technician: Wit da baby?
Redneck Girl: Shit-no. Turns out he got another girl pregnant. Then he made her get an abortion.
Asian Nail Technician: Oh.
Redneck Girl: Like I told him, I just can't be with someone who believes in abortion!
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20 Comments:
Oh dear - those are REAL overheard conversations?
The only thing that I can find that is good about those two conversations is the smugness they give me. At least I'm not as stupid as they are.
You either have to stop hanging out at that nail salon, or start recording these conversations so you can post the videos here.
I agree with j having videos of those conversations would be hilarious. I can't believe how stupid people are. But on the other hand thank you for the afternoon laugh.
Oh, and about conversation 2, how low are her standards?! Ugh. If I could have gotten away with videoing the exchange, I would have. But remember, my hands were kind of occupied. Someone should donate me a mini-cam in a ball cap. :D
blllleeeeeeh......
Holy crap, I can't believe those conversations are real. You're scaring me, tink. Is this a Halloween thing?
I suggested to my wife that we go as McCain and Palin for Halloween. She stared at me like I was crazy. But it makes sense--we can almost see Mexico from our house.
Those two conversations made me uncomfortable and ashamed :)
I hate stuff like that, where do these people come from?
Anyways, it takes all kinds I suppose.
You need to install a video to see what weird conversations happen when you aren't there. Just think what you could be missing out on! Wait, you can't vote at 18? Oh and we can register at the polling station too.
Oh, that's not nuffin, Tink. That's definitely sumpin. ;-)
I guess the really scary question is whether or not folks can truly push the button for the black man when they get into the voting booth or not. It's very different from talking to some pollster on the phone.
Oh.
My.
GAWD.
You've been boo'ed!! Come to blog to see what the heck I am talking about. :)
This election has brought all of the stupid people out of the closet and into broad daylight... I think we should take the opportunity to either brand them or sterilize them while they're out in the open. Maybe just tag them for research like they do with wild animals? A tag in the ear maybe? Sheesh.
tells you something about the candidate that is not only feeding them this shit, but wanting their vote...
oh you got sumfin' darling...and that sumfin'is good!!!
There was a poll conducted in TX (& reported by Hardball) that 23% of Texans still believe Obama is a Muslim.
And I live here. It makes my head hurt sometimes. But, I promise, I am part of the 77%!
I was so very much hoping that those were actually jokes you had heard. Bad jokes, but still...jokes. Instead, I feel like someone just hit me in the stomach.
Stupid is as Stupid does.
Oh my god...seriously?! While it IS kind of funny, really, it's more scary and disheartening than anything else. Wow.
Maybe someone should have suggested these ladies at the nail salon save their manicure money and invest in a book. *sigh*
For a minute there I thought you were quoting the blogger...yer not, right? I think the McCain bit was scarier than your Hallowe'en video!
Should I laugh or cry?
I think I'll cry.
At least they are sort of self-selecting. By being so stupid she thinks that registering to vote is kind of like using a coupon at Applebee's....
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