I don't really have anything worthwhile to update with but felt the urge to do so anyway, so i'm going to share a little something with you that happened to me this past weekend.
I would probably have gotten around to this one before now but what went down between my brother and I kind of scrambled my brains.
I was by myself on my way back from a wrestling show when I stopped at the Wal-Mart in Spart, TN. to get some gas.
Saying Sparta, TN. is a shitty little backwater town is kind of like saying that George W. is a dickhead, it's a gross understatement, dig?
It's also a dangerous place for a guy to be on a Saturday night with long hair, black eyeliner, and especially black nail polish, all of which I just happened to be sporting.
Well, anywho, I pumped my gas and went to the little island thingy to pay for it and when I turned to leave and this big redneck guy said something to the effect of, "Hey! What? Are you supposed to be some kinda faggot, or somethin'?", to which I turned around and promptly replied, "Why? You cruisin' for a piece of ass?"
If the nature of the situation hadn't been so disgusting it would have been a lot more amusing than it was. The look on his face was priceless, I watched nearly every emotion known to humanity pass over him but in the end all he could do was stand there and work his mouth in this confused, fish-out-of-water sort of way.
And the moral of this story? There isn't one I guess, unless you count the fact that stupid, homophobic, racist, rednecks piss me off to no end and should really reconsider what they're doing before they mouth off to me, much less fuck with me.
Stupid rednecks.
I would probably have gotten around to this one before now but what went down between my brother and I kind of scrambled my brains.
I was by myself on my way back from a wrestling show when I stopped at the Wal-Mart in Spart, TN. to get some gas.
Saying Sparta, TN. is a shitty little backwater town is kind of like saying that George W. is a dickhead, it's a gross understatement, dig?
It's also a dangerous place for a guy to be on a Saturday night with long hair, black eyeliner, and especially black nail polish, all of which I just happened to be sporting.
Well, anywho, I pumped my gas and went to the little island thingy to pay for it and when I turned to leave and this big redneck guy said something to the effect of, "Hey! What? Are you supposed to be some kinda faggot, or somethin'?", to which I turned around and promptly replied, "Why? You cruisin' for a piece of ass?"
If the nature of the situation hadn't been so disgusting it would have been a lot more amusing than it was. The look on his face was priceless, I watched nearly every emotion known to humanity pass over him but in the end all he could do was stand there and work his mouth in this confused, fish-out-of-water sort of way.
And the moral of this story? There isn't one I guess, unless you count the fact that stupid, homophobic, racist, rednecks piss me off to no end and should really reconsider what they're doing before they mouth off to me, much less fuck with me.
Stupid rednecks.
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I remember once when my husband and I were out walking holding hands these 4 ten year olds rode past us and one of them shouted
"fucking gays"
hahahaa, I think he needs more sex ed
some people are so very stupid. but good job on shutting him up.