You've all heard Brother Trent whine about his so-called post-tramatic-stress-disorder. Well, I have the real thing. Today, while waiting for my driver to fill up at the gas station, I overheard a shocking conversation between a father and child. It went like this:
"Daddy, why are those two men holding hands?"
"Because they love each other, like me and your Mommy do"
"Oh. Can we get ice cream?"
UNBELIEVABLE! I was constantly scanning, head-on-a-swivel, trying to spot the perverts, but they must have already made their getaway - these homos were engaging in the origional meaning of hit-and-run, rather than their usual. Maybe they used the back door, nothing new to them. Anyway, but then I had remembered that I'm not in Utah, where you can have gays arrested for holding hands.
I don't even know what I did next, the rest of the day was just a blur. I don't want to sleep, I know I'll have nightmares. WILL SOMEBODY PLEASE THINK OF THE CHILDREN!!!!!
"Daddy, why are those two men holding hands?"
"Because they love each other, like me and your Mommy do"
"Oh. Can we get ice cream?"
UNBELIEVABLE! I was constantly scanning, head-on-a-swivel, trying to spot the perverts, but they must have already made their getaway - these homos were engaging in the origional meaning of hit-and-run, rather than their usual. Maybe they used the back door, nothing new to them. Anyway, but then I had remembered that I'm not in Utah, where you can have gays arrested for holding hands.
I don't even know what I did next, the rest of the day was just a blur. I don't want to sleep, I know I'll have nightmares. WILL SOMEBODY PLEASE THINK OF THE CHILDREN!!!!!




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