Happy Fag Day!!
For all my homo friends (and I have at least one (I think)), but this is not to them but anyone and everyone who is so in the dark that they can't see their hand (job) in front of their face:
If you can't understand that boners and buzzing hoo haws will happen with or without your approval;
FUCK OFF!!
And if you don't understand that;
FUCK OFF TWICE!!
I'm as straight as a curvy penis but I couldn't be more serious, and I couldn't be more full of shit -- --- I mean love, no. SHIT --- ha ha ha SHIT!! Actually, I am filled with MEAT AND BONES AND BLOOD AND POOP AND BILE!!! YAY! YOU TOO!! WE HAVE SO MUCH IN COMMON!!
But I'm not saying I have a boner or anything because I definitely don't. Well I didn't when I started typing that sentence anyway, I don't really have one now either, but you know how when you start talking about getting a boner you sometimes kinda do get a boner? Yeah, well that's kinda what it was like, it wasn't sexual or anything. Look you people are starting to make me uncomfortable. Seriously, Stop thinking about my genitals. It's creeping me out.
Left: Elvis Presley Right: Some useless Gay Homo Fag.Awwwe, how precious, two stars wearing stripes. It's like 1776 all over again. Where is my wig? BETSY!! Put on some disco, take off your shirt and get over here and star spangle my boner!
People, seriously, time to grow up!! Stop thinkng about my privates. We're not even married.
As every single person who reads this piece of shit blog sighs "duh".
Holy Dykes! That's all for now!
Don't get caught giving your handsome pool boy/girl/transgenderish/whatchamacollie a hand job (or rubber hose job) as you talk shit on the gays!!
Your Master of Preaching The Obvious,
merkley???
Now go hug a FAG!! Or at least beat one up!
Look, let's just get one thing straight, (get it?)I live in San Francisco. I'm gonna be talking about the gays.


