As a resident of our nations capital (or its immediate environs, anyhow) I have the annual displeasure of having my Memorial Day ruined by rolling thunder.
These fat faggots start arriving midweek (had to listen to a few of them on my commute this morning) with their loud ass motorcycles, and their fucking goatees from the mid 90's, just wannabe around for the entire weekend, ruining what should be one of the best weekends of the year.
Yes, I get that their cause is noble, BUT FUCK YOU FOR RIDING AROUND ON THAT DORKMOBILE RUINING MY SUBURBAN SUCCESS ZONE WITH YOUR NOISE POLUTION AND LANESPLITTING.
There is nothing worse than loser-ass motorcyclists with their chubby, brassy blonde 48 year old woman on the back wearing all black because "hey, that's what tough guys did in the fucking 70's when I was in my 20's" and BLAP-BLAP-BLAP-BLAP-BLAP-BLAP-BLAP down the road while I'm trying to listen to some relaxing classical music or perhaps jazz on 89.3.
In short, Fuck you, rolling thunder. Fuck you motorcycle riders.
STAY THE FUCK OUT OF MALIBU, LEBOWSKI!