At around 9:55am, the lesbo coughed near my desk! Well, actually it was near the girl to my right. She’s a short, “white” FOREIGNER with a strong accent, who has short dusty blond hair and wears 3/4 sleeves and slacks. I said under my breath: “You clown.” When she came back at around 10:02am, I said under my breath: “You freak.”
Yesterday, on my return walk with Theresa during lunch, she used her mother as an example and made an off-hand comment, not once but twice or thrice (I think):
“Do you want to date me?”
~Theresa’s mother upon hearing her daughter knock on the bedroom door…
I’m like (in my mind): Fuck off, you damn freak! And I laughed it off, played with my big Rose Chapel umbrella and walked faster in front of her. I was wondering why she would mention Charissa and something about bi-sexuality sometime last week or so.
To TPTB and the Mormons, get these freaks away from me! Although, I’d love unity regardless of sexual orientation, there is something wrong with that “LGBT (or GLBT)” agenda. Personally, I’m not flattered but rather offended.
Just because I walk tough, talk crank, dress in slacks, wear short hair and no make-up, doesn’t make me interested in the same sex! Get over it, freaks! And get on with your “alternate lifestyles”. I’m getting cooties just thinking about these subtle and unwanted advances. Yuch! Eww! Sorry: My bad!
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