Totally had that same text. Ha.
LEAVE BRITTNEY ALONE
Why isn't there a migrant standing over the pile on the left about to steal it?
I'd hate to get into a fight with that guy. Can you imagine punching him? You'd pull your fist back, with a layer his sweat-cheese on your knuckles, as a cloud of dandruff explodes from under his hat like pollen from a tree.