Wednesday, August 1, 2012

When you shove your chicken down my throat...

So, you are bragging about your Chick-Fil-A purchase today, are you?

Let me tell you how that feels to a person of my..."persuasion."
No, let me just tell you how it feels to me.

Even tho I am kind to your face, and even tho you have never sought to purposely hurt me, I would like for you to know, with a little "wink wink," that I am heading out today, specifically to give money to people who hate you.  I am going out into the world today with the sole purpose of funding people who think you are wrong.  People who seek to keep your rights, and the rights of the people you love, limited.  I hope you find the cute little smiley faces, and the little giggle giggle way I brag about it to be just adorable.
Fuck you, you disgusting, faggoty piece of Pagan shit.
So, you want me to bring you some fries or something?"

My response?
I don't want to be associated with the likes of you.  It's not cute.  It's not something to brag about.  If you want to do it, do it.  Rubbing it in my face is hurtful.  And no one worth my time would ever do that to me.

So, when you find the time, between your busy chicken-gobbling, hate-filled purchases, and your facebook updates, telling all the gays that you hate them, go fuck yourself, you self righteous, sanctimonious asshole. 

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