Bump!
Ah yes, MADD. What a wonderful collection of sour, sanctimonious, ridiculous sows. Make no bones about it, prohibition is and always has been their ultimate goal. And of course, all for the CHILL-dren. Some weeks ago I had the misfortune of running into a coven of these hags actually collecting money(!) outside my local supermarket. I tossed a handful of pocket lint and Ballantine Ale bottlecaps into their jar and asked if they could direct me to a local tavern famous for Fifty Cent Draft Fridays. F*** these people, and their CHILL-dren to boot. What the heck do I care about their larvae? There's never been a shortage of the obnoxious little buggers in this Dog's lifetime...