I'm Not a Faggot! Oh dear. I don’t seem to be a faggot at all. Luckily, George Hennard, Robert Mochrie, Timothy McVeigh, and George W Bush are all world famous non-homosexuals (probably) upon which I can model my sad little unfulfilling life. I grew up being taught serious and important things like sports and engine mechanics, with little time for the frivolity and campness which faggotry encourages. I am depressed and I often cut myself. I wet the bed when I was younger. Um. Yesterday.What kind of Faggot are you?
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Another consequence of the stag party is that I woke up with a swollen right hand. I used to scrap now and again when I was younger. If memory serves, waking up with swollen knuckles was always the first sign that something went totally awry the night before. My car smashed up in front of the house was usually the second. Normally there was also lots of blood on my clothes, like when my fingernail got bitten off at a grad party in NE Calgary. That was a bloody mess, and took tons of clorox to clean. I am now old and fat and I doubt that I got into a scrap that night. I believe the swollen knuckles were the result of falling down on pavement and/or hitting inanimate objects who were looking at me funny. I am ashamed of my disgraceful behavior and I doubt that I became violent as that would go against the teachings of Gandhi, Martin Luther King and my lord Jesus Christ. Anyways my swollen knuckles got me to thinking of all those good times when I defended good against evil in the parking lots and bars Old Testament style. I started looking around and found that many kids are keeping with this bare knuckled tradition. Here is another good video showing some kid getting clocked. Oh the memories.
I may go to China next month and need to watch out for this old guy. He is fucking tough, watch him take down all these guys.
In Junior High we had boxing night in my basement. I organized the fights, kept the rankings in my notebook and cleaned the blood from the walls. I remember kicking the shit out of 6’7” Dave Van Hall to become the first ranked contender. I lost the title bout to Scott Jamison who hit me so many times in the kidneys that I pissed blood. Good Times! Sometimes I wish I was still in high school because the internet would have made making spending money so much easier. No dishwashing and paper routes for me, I could have sold these fights on the internet like these enterprising kids from Rogers, Arkansas. They filmed and marketed a DVD called Friday Night Fights now the cops want to talk with them. The video link is to the left of the story.
Finally, as a dog owner I found this video pretty funny. Apparently the crazy woman’s dog really likes biting crotches.