The place is a pit. Inane humidity. Lousy storms. And the people. My God, the people. Meth-addled toothless inbred hicks. And those are the good ones. Seriously. Whenever you hear about some brain-damaged moron doing something stupid on the news, up to and including some guy hopped up on bath salts going full-on zombie cannibal and trying to eat another dude's face while he's still wearing it, it always happens in Florida. Never fails.
Mosquitos the size of sparrows. Jeebus Florida sucks. "Oh, the weather's nice," they'll say.
They are idiots. Los Angeles has nice weather. In Los Angeles you can eat outdoors at a restaurant every day of the year and
never shoo a bug away from your food. In Florida you'll be eaten by mosquitos before the entrees arrive. In Florida a gator will crawl out of the freaking
swamp and gnaw on your leg while you're waiting for dessert. You never hear of plywood shortages in Los Angeles when a storm is coming, because "storm" in Los Angeles means it might rain for a second day this year. In Florida you got freaking
hurricanes and flooding and, oh yeah, the place is still a
swamp. Full of the worst white trash in the country. Screw Florida. America's wang.