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Sunday, December 03, 2006

Hey! Bigot!

Get the fuck off my planet. Stop breathing all my air and making all my money and eating all my food. Stop drinking all my water and using up all my resouces, too, you prejudiced, hateful piece of shit. Your time's up, fucko.

Can you give me a reason why hating someone for being a homosexual should just be accepted by me? We're having a nice time out at the bar, and I'm just supposed to giggle when you tell me how disgusting two men kissing is? Or how much it offends your beliefs when I tell you how much fun I had at that gay bar that one time? Tell ya what, dipshit - don't expect anyone with a half a brain to give shit one about your beliefs and how much they mean to you when you express to me how much you obviously couldn't care less about theirs. Just because you're white, make a lot of money, and live in the South doesn't give you a Free Bigotry card, you fuckin' cracker. I'm GLAD about how much I pissed you off tonight, and I'm GLAD that you're going home to Crackerville and tell all your cracker friends about the faggot-loving California weirdo you met on your one trip outside your bumfuck little town that's defined solely by a Wal-Mart. Be sure to tell them that I really don't mind the niggers and spics that work in that Wal-Mart for a tenth of the wage you make, either. If I can find the time to make a merit badge for that, believe me - I will. If I had my way, I'd make it out of your skin.

Gay is the new black, people. Don't let anyone tell you different. Especially not David from Arkansas.

So much for Southern hospitality.

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