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I was at the range Guy working there Walks up to me "Stay between the markers" Says "second time" to himself I didn't realize I was hitting A bit in front of these markers That designate where you Should hit ***** And he came over to me Just to bother me To be a **** And that range is A dump The turf is decent But they overcharge you For old and ****** ***** Next time I'll go right to The edge Right along Next to the front Of the markers That way if That rude old man Comes over I'll tell him I'm inside the markers And his opinion Isn't needed Tell him to go Pick up range baskets Do your job You **** I don't pay for ***** 20 years I've been coming To that range And I'll hit ***** Where I please I don't care how Long you Have worked there I can hate more than you I'm going hit Right along the edge Every time I go there Next time you bother me I'm going to tell you To **** off And go drive that picker I'm in a bad mood I'm poor, I'm ugly Heard some guy Talking about "Gotta work hard" Blah Blah There is no future In this country The globalists Who run this country Consider you A useless eater Worthless miserable country All these stupid Americans And their cars And their posessions And I know I made A big deal Out of nothing But I want to be left Alone And I don't need Some old guy Bothering me At the golf course! That's my time My relaxing time You go away Didn't even say please I wasn't doing it intentionally And why should it matter? I was a little bit in front of the markers Ahhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just makes me want to scream Some people ****
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Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 10:51 PM UTC
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I was at the range Guy working there Walks up to me "Stay between the markers" Says "second time" to himself I didn't realize I was hitting A bit in front of these markers That designate where you Should hit ***** And he came over to me Just to bother me To be a **** And that range is A dump The turf is decent But they overcharge you For old and ****** ***** Next time I'll go right to The edge Right along Next to the front Of the markers That way if That rude old man Comes over I'll tell him I'm inside the markers And his opinion Isn't needed Tell him to go Pick up range baskets Do your job You **** I don't pay for ***** 20 years I've been coming To that range And I'll hit ***** Where I please I don't care how Long you Have worked there I can hate more than you I'm going hit Right along the edge Every time I go there Next time you bother me I'm going to tell you To **** off And go drive that picker I'm in a bad mood I'm poor, I'm ugly Heard some guy Talking about "Gotta work hard" Blah Blah There is no future In this country The globalists Who run this country Consider you A useless eater Worthless miserable country All these stupid Americans And their cars And their posessions And I know I made A big deal Out of nothing But I want to be left Alone And I don't need Some old guy Bothering me At the golf course! That's my time My relaxing time You go away Didn't even say please I wasn't doing it intentionally And why should it matter? I was a little bit in front of the markers Ahhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just makes me want to scream Some people ****
MattG
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Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 10:51 PM UTC
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