Title says it all.

We are a-holes.

And proud of it!

True story

Well, you viewed my profile more than
an hour ago...



But, i'm stickin' with geezer's story.
We're a-holes.

It's not difficult at all!! You just may not hear what you want or are wishing for. There is also the difference in what is meant by the sme words. You need to question what doesn't seem to make sense to you.

Dennis Leery explains it best...

Folks, I'd like to sing a song about the American Dream
About me, about you
About the way our American hearts beat way down in the bottom of our chests
About that special feeling we get in the cockles of our hearts
Maybe below the cockles,
Maybe in the sub-cockle area,
Maybe in the liver, maybe in the kidneys,
Maybe even in the colon, we don't know

I'm just a regular Joe, with a regular job
I'm your average white, suburbanite slop
I like football and porno and books about war
I got an average house, with a nice hardwood floor
My wife and my job, my kids and my car
My feet on my table, and a Cuban cigar
But sometimes that just ain't enough to keep a man like me interested
(oh no, no way, uh uh)
No I gotta go out and have fun at someone else's expense
(woah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah)

I drive really slow in the ultra fast lane
While people behind me are going insane
I'm an a**hole (he's an a**hole)
I'm an a**hole (he's an a**hole, such an a**hole)

I use public toilets and I p**s on the seat
I walk around in the summer time saying "how about this heat"
I'm an a**hole (he's an a**hole)
I'm an a**hole (he's the world's biggest a**hole)

Sometimes I park in the handicap spaces
While handicapped people make handicap faces
I'm an a**hole (he's an a**hole)
I'm an a**hole (he's a real f***ing a**hole)

Maybe I shouldn't be singing this song
Ranting and raving and carrying on
Maybe they're right when they tell me I'm wrong
Nah
I'm an a**hole (he's an a**hole)
I'm an a**hole (he's the world's biggest a**hole)

You know what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna get myself a 1967 Cadillac El Dorado convertible
Hot pink, with whale skin hubcaps
And all leather cow interior
And make brown baby seal lions for head lights (yeah)
And I'm gonna drive in that baby at 115 miles per hour
Gettin' 1 mile per gallon,
Sucking down Quarter Pounder cheeseburgers from McDonald's
In the old fashioned non-biodegradable styrofoam containers
And when I'm done sucking down those greeseball burgers
I'm gonna wipe my mouth with the American flag
And then I'm gonna toss the styrofoam containers right out the side
And there ain't a g*dd**n thing anybody can do about it
You know why, because we've got the bombs, that's why
2 words, nuclear f***in' weapons, OK?
Russia, Germany, Romania, they can have all the democracy they want
They can have a big democracy cakewalk
Right through the middle of Tinian Square and it won't make a lick of difference
Because we've got the bombs, OK?
John Wayne's not dead, he's frozen, and as soon as we find a cure for cancer
We're gonna thaw out the duke and he's gonna be pretty p***ed off
You know why,
Have you ever taken a cold shower, well multiply that by 15 million times
That's how p***ed off the duke's gonna be!
I'm gonna get the Duke, and John Castive Eddies,
and Lee Marvin, and Sam Peckenthorp, and a case of whiskey, and drive down to Texas...
(Hey! You know, you really are an a**hole!)
Why don't you just shut up and sing the song, pal?

I'm an a**hole (he's an a**hole)
I'm an a**hole (he's the world's biggest a**hole)
A-*-*-H-O-L-E
Everybody
A-*-*-H-O-L-E
I'm an a**hole and I'm proud of it