Thank God One of Them Is Trying To End Man's Inhumanity to Man
June is Gay Pride Month.
June is also National Accordion Awareness Month.
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It's not as illogical a conjunction as you might think. For some reason, there is an extremely large community of gay square-dancers. I swear I only know this because I once had the distinct joy of motel maiding during a convention. Many of them spent a lot of time trying to shock us delicate maids, a hopeless chore at best, and particularly futile in my case for a variety of reasons. One morning as I dusted around a stack of porn mags someone had "accidentally" left out, the guest laughed and said "I bet you're not used to this kind of thing!" "I'll say," I responded with wide-eyed awe. "I didn't know there were so many square-dancers in the whole country!" His roommate laughed at him, and sometimes I feel bad about that. But not as much as I probably should.
Man, that seems unfriendly. For the record, as people who've read, oh, say, pretty much anything I've written anywhere, know, one of the major reasons shocking me is a futile effort is that I'm one of God's beloved queers too. And yes, she did make us to play with. We throw *way* better parties. Got it?
I didn't know there were so many square-dancers in the whole country!
Outstanding! Quick AND witty. No, he was being a typical guy, gay or not. Laugh heartily at him. Reminds me of a time when I was in a car full of guys heading to the beach on a Saturday morning. One particularly irritating guy (always had to be the center of attention) shouted out the window at a young woman, "Hey, baby, wanna sit on my face?" She shouted right back "Why? Is your nose bigger than your dick?" He was speechless, mouth hanging open. The rest of us howled with laughter for the remainder of the day. Eventually, he did too; he had to admit that he was slapped down rightly and effortlessly.
Actually, the reason I sort of feel bad about the square dancer thing sometimes is that his friend was there to hear it. I don't have an unbreakable policy against making fun of guests in front of their pals, but it was pretty early in spring, and I wasn't exactly "at wit's end". I could have resisted pretty easily; I just chose to be a smartass. At the height of busy season, however, all bets are off, and pretty much every idiotic comment by the guests is met with smartassery. I'm a prima donna. Motel maid. Ambition is for freelance pharmaceutical salesmen, I suppose.
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It's not as illogical a conjunction as you might think.
For some reason, there is an extremely large community of gay square-dancers.
I swear I only know this because I once had the distinct joy of motel maiding during a convention.
Many of them spent a lot of time trying to shock us delicate maids, a hopeless chore at best, and particularly futile in my case for a variety of reasons. One morning as I dusted around a stack of porn mags someone had "accidentally" left out, the guest laughed and said "I bet you're not used to this kind of thing!"
"I'll say," I responded with wide-eyed awe. "I didn't know there were so many square-dancers in the whole country!"
His roommate laughed at him, and sometimes I feel bad about that. But not as much as I probably should.
God love you. THat why gOD GIVE you fags to play with. Mak Kao Main Belakang!!!
God love you. THat why gOD GIVE you fags to play with. Mak Kao Main Belakang!!!
I see Michelle Malkin has gone back to using her maiden name.
Mak Kao Main Belakang!!!
Man, that seems unfriendly.
For the record, as people who've read, oh, say, pretty much anything I've written anywhere, know, one of the major reasons shocking me is a futile effort is that I'm one of God's beloved queers too.
And yes, she did make us to play with. We throw *way* better parties.
Got it?
I didn't know there were so many square-dancers in the whole country!
Outstanding! Quick AND witty. No, he was being a typical guy, gay or not. Laugh heartily at him. Reminds me of a time when I was in a car full of guys heading to the beach on a Saturday morning. One particularly irritating guy (always had to be the center of attention) shouted out the window at a young woman, "Hey, baby, wanna sit on my face?" She shouted right back "Why? Is your nose bigger than your dick?" He was speechless, mouth hanging open. The rest of us howled with laughter for the remainder of the day. Eventually, he did too; he had to admit that he was slapped down rightly and effortlessly.
thorlac: I am HOWLING!
Me too, thorlac. Definitely a winner.
Actually, the reason I sort of feel bad about the square dancer thing sometimes is that his friend was there to hear it. I don't have an unbreakable policy against making fun of guests in front of their pals, but it was pretty early in spring, and I wasn't exactly "at wit's end". I could have resisted pretty easily; I just chose to be a smartass.
At the height of busy season, however, all bets are off, and pretty much every idiotic comment by the guests is met with smartassery.
I'm a prima donna. Motel maid. Ambition is for freelance pharmaceutical salesmen, I suppose.
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