Grand old party!?
The name evens conjures up the scene of a bunch of old fat rednecks, down at the shooting range for the neighborhood picnic.
The women are in the back at the checkered table clothed picnic tables, trading recipes and whispering gossip about the neighborhood woman who is screwing the banker.
They hate foreigners and just about everyone else that do not think the way they do and probably have small ammo dump in their basement.
Ahh, the American dream..............will someone wake me the fuck up.
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