Today's Fascist Non-Smoker Moment Brought To You By My Cigarette Money.

I was standing in line for a tasty burrito at Chipotle today … well, mostly because it’s right around the corner from my house and I’m too lazy to wash dishes / cook.

I get up to the cashier and pull my wallet out of my back pocket.

My burrito cost around six dollars, so I pulled six dollars out of my wallet right before the cashier bagged my food … fuck it, I had the munchies, you know? Every second until I get home and pull that delectable dish out of the paper bag is torture beyond torture.

I look at my five dollar bill I pulled out, and it has some red ink stamped on it. Normally, I wouldn’t have given it a second thought, since there’s been a currency-tracking project called Where’s George that I’ve seen stamped on bills for years.

But it was red ink instead of black, so I took a second look.

Here’s what I saw:

Oh yeah, well while we’re going juvenile in terms of insulting entire groups of people, you’re probably fat from cramming cheeseburgers down your fat craw, and you probably live alone at home with ten cats. You’re a pig, and a fucker, you fucking pigfucker.
Your momma’s so fat …

You know what? Just to spite you, I’m going to go to the store now to buy a pack of cigarettes with your little “protest stamp.”

/by the way, I don’t know if this is true or not, but …

//isn’t it a federal crime to deface currency?

///there’s no hate like fascist non-smoker hate.