Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Taking a cab to my friends new apartment, we passed a cross walk with an obviously faggy man walking across the street. Now, the faggoty ass faggot was then shouted at by the blazer next to him. "Love your purse man, love your purse". I laughed a little, and was really interested in who said the remarks from the silver blazer. The length of one street I knew the bastards in front of me were not infact bitter queens yelling in fag hatred, but were two white suburban yucks, who with their caps backwards and old 311 blasting, arms stretched out the window, and smurks on smugly. Nasty, what a nasty rodent the city dweller has to deal with. One of the worst expereinces to ever have, any night, is a run in with suburban backwash.


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