I take the last post back.

Fuck that noise. After having gone to Santa's Enchanted Forest this evening with Michelle, and having had a blast there (but I'll be sore tomorrow from the rides) I have this to say to the population of Miami:

What the fuck makes you so fucking special that you don't have to stand in line and can cut in front of everyone else in line?

I'll be posting on that later.

There will be both reggaeton references, and digs on your cheap, awful jeans, and how you'll be changing my oil next weekend...

For you up North, it makes the Po'White Trash at King's Dominion seem well-mannered. Nuts, huh?!