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First off, there aren't very many homosexuals where I come from. Folks aren't like that in my neck of the woods but occasionally some flatlander gay will come to town or a local gay will make themselves known. Usually I see them at the grocery store or at Wal-Mart or pumping gas. Never in church of course because all gays are athiens and don't believe in the hung Jesus sweet mercy. Once in a while my path crosses with these people and I have to deal with it even though they ought to just stay home. There was a time when you only heard about them in French books and Italian movies but now gays seem to be everywhere that decent people go even in my hometown here in North by God Carolina.
Theres this boy downtown works at the B.B Jenkins department store as a cashier. He's a cashier so theres the first tipper showing him as a gay. He wears tight little jeans that are very snug in the crotch and it bunches up his manhood into a knot for the world to see. Tipper number two. He has sort of swoopy hair and it falls over one of his ice blue eyes in a Crybaby Depp kind of way, tipper three. I think I saw him looking at me when I was there last night. I was staring at him in disgust and he turned around and locked eyes with me for a full 5 seconds. Well right there I knew he was a nancyboy so I looked away before he got into my head, gays can do that. I made sure I was in his line and while I was waiting he kept glancing at me. I kept my eyes fixed on him so he wouldn't try to take off when I got to him. I asked him why he dressed like that and if he was some sort of queer or something. He blushed like a woman and told me it was none of my business. "Sassy faggot!" I said and he better apologize all I was doing was asking him. If hes so happy being a manhole inspector he should be just as happy to explain why right? I think so, anyway. So I grabbed his shirt and pulled his face right up to mine as close as I could and asked him if he liked being a woman and if he wanted to be treated like one his whole life. He said something about being a "rough bottom" and screamed for the manager who I presume now to be his lover. I slapped him as hard as I could over and over as I recited the Lords Prayer loud enough for everyone to hear. He started squealing like a stuck piggy and said he'd call the cops. I figured that was some sort of threat so I went ahead and hit him hard across his nose which bled immediately. Probably his first broken nose too, sissy.
I was "escorted" out by the fag enabling manager a few minutes later with that clerk in the background crying, sprawled across the floor surrounded by customers gawking at his fragility I think.
I firmly believe that I have a right to confront tyranny when I see it and the homosexual agenda is a form of tyranny. God says don't be gay, so why is it so hard to NOT be gay? Just don't do those sort of things like I do and aeternal damnation is easily avoided.
Anyway, the police chief is my hunting buddy as are three local judges so there goes that homos lawsuit. Stupid gays. I didn't even get my toilet paper and Skittles.
Theres this boy downtown works at the B.B Jenkins department store as a cashier. He's a cashier so theres the first tipper showing him as a gay. He wears tight little jeans that are very snug in the crotch and it bunches up his manhood into a knot for the world to see. Tipper number two. He has sort of swoopy hair and it falls over one of his ice blue eyes in a Crybaby Depp kind of way, tipper three. I think I saw him looking at me when I was there last night. I was staring at him in disgust and he turned around and locked eyes with me for a full 5 seconds. Well right there I knew he was a nancyboy so I looked away before he got into my head, gays can do that. I made sure I was in his line and while I was waiting he kept glancing at me. I kept my eyes fixed on him so he wouldn't try to take off when I got to him. I asked him why he dressed like that and if he was some sort of queer or something. He blushed like a woman and told me it was none of my business. "Sassy faggot!" I said and he better apologize all I was doing was asking him. If hes so happy being a manhole inspector he should be just as happy to explain why right? I think so, anyway. So I grabbed his shirt and pulled his face right up to mine as close as I could and asked him if he liked being a woman and if he wanted to be treated like one his whole life. He said something about being a "rough bottom" and screamed for the manager who I presume now to be his lover. I slapped him as hard as I could over and over as I recited the Lords Prayer loud enough for everyone to hear. He started squealing like a stuck piggy and said he'd call the cops. I figured that was some sort of threat so I went ahead and hit him hard across his nose which bled immediately. Probably his first broken nose too, sissy.
I was "escorted" out by the fag enabling manager a few minutes later with that clerk in the background crying, sprawled across the floor surrounded by customers gawking at his fragility I think.
I firmly believe that I have a right to confront tyranny when I see it and the homosexual agenda is a form of tyranny. God says don't be gay, so why is it so hard to NOT be gay? Just don't do those sort of things like I do and aeternal damnation is easily avoided.
Anyway, the police chief is my hunting buddy as are three local judges so there goes that homos lawsuit. Stupid gays. I didn't even get my toilet paper and Skittles.
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