'I'm so glad we wore

these hats, we don't

look stupid at all!'

Well well well... it's Melbourne Cup time again and you know what that means... A perfect excuse for uppity socialite bitch housewives to throw parties for their equally uppity friends, oh and let's not forget the $3000 hats they buy with credit they'll never have to repay as they don't work, drink expensive champagne and raise snotty spoiled children.

The thing that bothers me most of all about the whole thing though, is that it's all for a fucking horse race, principally for people to gamble on. I hate gambling, I don't gamble, I doubt I ever will, but this whole day glorifies it, like it's so fucking cool to piss your families savings away on slot machines while your two infant children are locked in an overheated car. I hope they die and you have to spend the rest of your days blowing overweight jailbirds for cigarettes.

Then there's the race itself, it lasts what? 4 minutes? So a whole day is basically dedicated to 4 minutes of non-entertainment (cause let me tell you, watching horses run around in a circle is NOT entertainment), gambling addiction, expensive champagne and hundreds of rich women in stupid overpriced hats... wonderful.

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