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Hey hey hey hey hey, all you flashdancers. Time for ol' Grampappy here to tell some more P.O.S. awards!!! Gather 'round Granny on the jumping stick, it's time to ho-down!

Here's a small treat before you begin...go to this site and read about the glory of guns and deporting immigrants! I bet that bastard POS #5 is the webmaster...

POS Contestant #1
 - In the Atlanta airport last week, I was on the train between terminals. The train stopped and a bunch of people got on. One being this fuuuuuuuugly overtanned leather reptilian skinned ho with a bunch of fake Louis Vuitton luggage. The train was a bit crowded...but nothing too crazy. She walks in, steps on my foot and slams her garbage-ass bag into my side. Then she flicks her eyes up at me and says "Sorry...but you shouldn'a been in my WAY!" She made a little 'hmmmph' and pushed farther into the train. I responded by swiftly and skillfully kicking the shit out of her upside her head. (So I didn't kick her...but she was quite rude none-the-less).

POS Contestant #2
 - Filling gas at the Eassssiiiiide Dillon's last week, I was (un)happily loading my car with precious, expensive fossil fuels, when some lady goes up to the cashier and whines her stupid head off. She was complaining about how she was too stupid to release the lever on the gas handle when she pulled it out of her car, and now there was about half a gallon of gas spilled around her vehicle. (Pretty much 'the money shot'). She didn't think she should have to pay for her own sheer ignorance, and wanted the cashier to call his manager. The cashier just laughed at her, and said there's nothing he could do, because, basically...she fucked the hell up.

POS Contestant #3
 - ...KU. for royally flucking me in the A

POS Contestant #4
 - myself...for even more royally flucking myself in the A in many separate fields of life

POS Contestant #5
 - After all these years, you'd think that, generally, the fear of a young, dark-skinned, hairy male as a terrorist would have subsided. YOU would be wrong. On the plane back from Atlanta, some prick thought it would be clever to, moments after I got in my seat, look me up and down, then ask "...Y--y---you're not some kind of terrorist, are you?" Well fucking shit, asshole. Thanks to dumbasses like you, our country gets a bad rep all over the world. If he was elderly or a young kid I might have excused it, but this man was clearly no older than 40. I stared him down and said, pretty much exactly, "I really hope that was just a piss-poor attempt at humor, you fucking clown." Quite needless to say, the rest of that flight was very, very awkward.

Man, every time I think I've seen some of society's worst members...there comes some other ignorant person, bumbling in a happy cloud of his or her own stupidity. But with that, mean Rahul shall subside back into the murky waters from which he rarely emerges...and out will come the weirdness:

That's John Travolta, and you should help me in praying for this picture to be real. He's riding a dog. Beautious!