Piles Of Dirt? Is this a third-world country??? You Have Been Dismissed.

Dear Piles Of Dirt-
You are so fucking lame I can hardly stand it. Why are you just sitting there? I know you were dug from something, but are you GOING anywhere? Why is there rebar all over you? You’re dirt. Get lost, already (back on the ground, flat)! Christ. I can’t see over you, I am not going to DRIVE my car over you, that’s for sure. Walk over you? Fuck that shit, it’s all I can do to just plain old WALK flat-style, so fuck off! Am I supposed to be prepared for off-road terrain 24/7? Of course not, you jackass mound. I live in a city, mostly for that very reason.
No, I am not going to shovel you back down to earth myself, either, you fucking heap. You’d love that, wouldn’t you. I didn’t dig you up, you are not my responsibility! See what I mean? You’re a fucking BURDEN. A RESPONSIBILITY. Go away. No pile of dirt “taller” than my field of view should go un-flattened for more than 3 days in Southern California, for serious.  Flatten out, you eyesore. You hazard. You nuisance.  I dismiss you. May the wind pick up something fierce….that way.

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