Karen's. They've been studied by the internet because a Karen's thought process is like no other. Karen's happened to be the funniest brain lits you can encounter and always have some toddler-style reason for being abhorrent in public spaces while thinking they've done nothing wrong. I'm pretty sure they only do it to hear themselves talk and feel special because their lives up to that point has been so miserable and bent over the knee of every person they've encountered might as well make other people's life a living hell. Look at this fine geriatric specimen. This guy's gonna cremate himself on the first swing. I'm surprised he even made it out of his yard without falling over. Yeah. What the truck popped my lawn. Yeah break his blinker. That'll teach him. It's not like people use those to begin with. This guy realizes if Dragon Miles went to get me into being an adult, Prime and Brother feeding the excess. So I wonder what he might think of himself as a Senator. What I chose wire type was something else. Hahaha! Quick! Turn on the cement truck in Bariom. He can no longer harm innocent cement trucks. So I can walk! Can you move it? No! Where are you? I'll place you! Good! We'll go get him and tell him to move the fuck off my sidewalk! Can you move it? No! Move it! Move it! I'm trying to walk by you! Look at this one. She's a prime example of what people imagine when you say Karen. Yelling at some poor kids from merely existing on the same sidewalk is her. Take a step aside! Say excuse me! You were just on my property. Call your mom. Call your mom! Call your mom! This is the first time. Give me your mom's phone number. You fucking what? I ain't giving no bitch my mom's phone number fuck off. I also feel bad for her child. Living with that zoo animal must be so fucking miserable. All I gotta say is that's gonna be one fucked up child. You'll get your mom or I'll call the police and say you guys are refusing to get away from my mom. Yes, I got it. Do you want that? Hey! Do you want that? Because you're refusing to move out of my way. You say excuse me. Move out of my way. You don't tell me what I say and stop filming me. This is the face of an entitled fuck with who can't take two steps to the left because they're so fat they're hit might break. The police, if anything, will just laugh at you for being stupid. And have fun getting the police to arrest a kid for standing and recording in public areas. Guess what? If you're in public, you give up your right to privacy meaning anyone can film you without your consent. No, this is for protection because we see this on internet. I'm gonna say you'll throw it too. That's fine. This is our first car. You need to move out of my way. So I can walk my disabled daughter on the sidewalk. Are you sure it's because you're not disabled? Because right now you got two brain cells and they're fine for third place. I am posting this on upper perk. So your parents will see this. Are you saying you're refusing to move for my disabled daughter to walk on the sidewalk? Yes, precisely. Your child seems to be standing and interacting with the world fine enough to walk on grass for literally two seconds at most. You didn't say that or that. Then please move. To understand. Wait, then please move. Are you, you're not moving. And she can't walk on grass. I tell you. She's disabled. Imagine if this situation were to happen to you. Would you laugh in her face? I know I would. That's what I thought. And your name? You want to act this way in front of all of her perk? Yes. You want to film me? Look at how that backfires. Stay off my lawn. The votes of you. Damn, I guess her lawn happens to be the sidewalk. I'm gonna go walk on her lawn. She's saying that we're harassing her. I'm in. She said that's what her. Everybody can't wait. Is the bus. Yeah, but she's like filming me. She's left it. Oh my god. Imagine being afraid of a 12 year old kid at max. Just fucking toss the little shit into a deep fryer. Pretty FBI there in Maine. They are in outlawed. Motorcycle gang. That is involved with human trafficking. Illegal drugs and smuggling of guns. Those are quite the claims to be putting on some bikers who are just trying to enjoy the day. And they are moving into the suburbs of Maine. What are you doing? Can you please get away from my vehicle? Can you get away from my vehicle? Get away from my vehicle. Get away from my vehicle. Get away from my vehicle. Both of you. Get away from my vehicle right now. Get away from my vehicle right now. I do not have to. Lady, you see the all the attention you're attracting. Typically bikers live by code. If you don't fuck with them, they won't fuck with you. Right now you're poking the bear in the bear's pistol. I'm an American citizen and what I'm doing is legal. Not your business. Move away from my vehicle right now. Right now. Would you say you threatening me? Why must you insist on fucking with the hell's angels? Most of those guys are clean nowadays considering it's really hard to run drugs and guns without being caught. But they still know how to fuck your day up by dragging you from your car and beating you within the inch of your life. But they're not going to do that because they're good people and they don't like hurting innocent civilians even if they are a nosy annoying hag. Get out and mind your business. Mind your business. I'm sorry, they're not the one screaming outside of your clubhouse. Why don't you keep driving and mind your business? Mind your business. Get out of the road. Get out of the road. That is the face of a man who will tear you limb from limb if given an opportunity. Good on him. Tell it gun. You shoot my dog. Because he's fucking dead asshole. What? You shot my fucking dog? You shot my fucking dog. What was your dog doing in my yard? Great. Now we have an admission of guilt on camera. How fun going to jail. Are you aren't so I fucking there? You're done. We're back there doing yard work. We're fucking trimming trees. He wandered over here and you shoot him. You fucking killed him with a pellet gun. And a god damn neighborhood. Are you a fucking cop? Who was the apartment you worked for? Mother fucker. I am not that guy. God damn move. You're gonna do it. You're dumb man. You know what I'm saying? He shot my fucking dog. Are you a play with that? He shot my fucking dog. What you doing? What you doing? Money is Ryan Keener. Ryan Keener. What the hell is your apartment for Ryan Keener? You're a man for St. Charles County Sheriff's Department. Good. I've brought up a little bit on this fucking degenerate. And it turns out he lost his job and got charged for misdemeanor animal abuse. Get fucked. You'll hear from me. Okay. I'm proud of it. You're proud of shooting my dog Ryan Keener. No, you didn't say it. You're proud of it. What do you got to people? No, it's not a fucking pit bull. You're gonna fucking kill him. It's a zombie in sport. Why is it you fucking dog? Chain dog buddy. I don't fucking say it. I'm gonna stand right there in my own god damn yard. Okay, well keep your fucking dog in your dog. He's dead now, asshole. You're gonna lose... What do you want me to do? What do you want me to do? What are you gonna give me fucking fire? Yeah, I'm gonna give you fucking fire. I'm gonna give you fuckin' fire. I'm gonna give you the fucking power of life. You fucking shot for what? Fuckin' dog! He's dead. He was dead in two goddamn minutes with a Pelican in a fucking residential area. You're gonna get in the way I'm gonna shoot you. Yeah, fuckin' asshole. You fucked with the wrong marine. He did in fact, fuck with the wrong Marine.