It's not sauce...

[The Boston Dangler]

as if being in rhode island for work isn't bad enough, i find this clown parked in front of my house talking on the phone so loud i don't think he actually needed the phone:

It's not sauce. It's not sauce. It's not sauce. It's not sauce. It's not sauce. It's not sauce. It's not sauce. It's not sauce. It's not sauce. It's not sauce. It's not sauce. It's not sauce. It's not sauce. It's not sauce. It's not sauce. It's not sauce. It's not sauce. It's not sauce. It's not sauce. It's not sauce. It's not sauce. It's not sauce. Fuck you, it's gravy! Hahaha, i'll see you later, fuckhead!

this place is a third world country. my neighbors light fireworks off at midnight, in the driveway of the state trooper next door. the roads are total anarchy, straight out of mad max. there are strip clubs in residential areas, next to schools. garbage washes up on my front door like seaweed on a beach. seemingly everyone has loud little piece of shit dogs that never shut up. the locals are fake italians torn between being fake new yorkers and fake bostonians, and they're obsessed with something called "new york system weiners". the mailman does not believe i live here, and returns all my mail and packages to sender.

and this is one of the nice neighborhoods.

 

[HamburgerBoy]

I think Rhode Island has always been a worthless piece of shit.

 

[ImpulsE69]

Don't you just have to cross the street to get out of it?