Ross

There’s nothing good about Ross. Ross is a retarded bird that was programmed to sell a Silverado and didn’t time it with me going to a Chicken restaurant or even ordering Chicken once.

Which is all of America, random people that are clowns that needed me to only drive the Range Rover. It’s not that I’m not going to pay the Speeding tickets. It’s that I’m eventually going to cut out the eyes out of a random white man.

Random subhumans that act like they’re professional Silverado selling experts. Random people that are clowns that act like there is even another planet other than Earth. Life was not made for each individual subhuman clown’s completely wrong interpretation of life for their watch store.

That is what a Ross is. Random idiots that are completely wrong about everything based on previously knowing Google Maps directions and ebay purchases.