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I was shopping at a national Home Store this weekend purchusing some manly hardware and sundry products for a fixer up Saturday at the Church. I have always felt that I was fairly safe (from attempted violation) at this store since straight men (so I assumed) shopped there.
I have never seen pink Carhartt's while there or overalls with flaps over the butt and as such I never paid much attention to keeping my back to the wall. I was walking at my leisure up isle 12 and then rounded a corner beside the paint department when I was floored and then violently nauseous. I sprinted to the Men's room with newfound caution and after projectile vomiting for what seemed like an eternity I skulked ever so cautiously back to isle 12 and sure enough it was still there. A HOMER PAINT BUCKET!
For some reason this chain suddenly has a liking for catering to the special needs of queers. Now don't get me wrong I have no problem with fag boys painting their house if they don't have lesbian neighbors to do it for them but really, why a five-gallon bucket, no queer I have ever seen on TV looked as if he could carry five gallons of paint.
Couple of other points - if you could rotate the bucket about 15-20 degrees counter clockwise you would notice abnormally large (length AND girth) fingers on this Homer, what do you suppose that is supposed to indicate, I took it for some type of sick phallic symbol.
I was shopping at a national Home Store this weekend purchusing some manly hardware and sundry products for a fixer up Saturday at the Church. I have always felt that I was fairly safe (from attempted violation) at this store since straight men (so I assumed) shopped there.
I have never seen pink Carhartt's while there or overalls with flaps over the butt and as such I never paid much attention to keeping my back to the wall. I was walking at my leisure up isle 12 and then rounded a corner beside the paint department when I was floored and then violently nauseous. I sprinted to the Men's room with newfound caution and after projectile vomiting for what seemed like an eternity I skulked ever so cautiously back to isle 12 and sure enough it was still there. A HOMER PAINT BUCKET!
For some reason this chain suddenly has a liking for catering to the special needs of queers. Now don't get me wrong I have no problem with fag boys painting their house if they don't have lesbian neighbors to do it for them but really, why a five-gallon bucket, no queer I have ever seen on TV looked as if he could carry five gallons of paint.
Couple of other points - if you could rotate the bucket about 15-20 degrees counter clockwise you would notice abnormally large (length AND girth) fingers on this Homer, what do you suppose that is supposed to indicate, I took it for some type of sick phallic symbol.
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