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Re: Re: What if you where gay and...
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Originally posted by Bullet
What do you think and feel in this moment?
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Hmm, along with feeling quite embarressed, you're also determined to go and work out and beef up so you can pound your dad when he's making out with your mom (afterall, that mothafucka has to pay for saltin your game). So, when you pass your BF, you pout like a lil girl, and bury your face in your pokemon hanky and run away, sniffling and crying about how you can't talk to him again...
You make your way over to the gym, get into your pink spandex gym outfit. Make sure your hair is done, apply some lip gloss, put the Village People's greatest hits in your walkman and strut over to where the lads are lifting wieghts and ask if anyone wants to spot for you...
After lifting for a few minutes, you go take a shower, drop the soap, hope someone takes advantage of your puckered little hole -- step outta the shower, go to your locker, take out the desert eagle your dad gave you for christmas, load it up, cock back the trigger, go shoot the teacher who gave you this ridiculous assignment...drink a yoohoo at the school cafeteria, go back home, and cap your dad a few times in the ass for being a bitch ass homophobe...
you then make out with your mom (the ultimate acid test to prove you aren't gay), change your name to Oedipus and pretend like this day never happened.
Scribble this word for word...you'll get an A...
Which ironically is also the first letter in the word -- Asshole...
Draw your own conclusions at what i'm getting at.
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