(Actually, something similar happened to me once. I was in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware, and andygirl can tell you how fabulously gay the place is. Thing is, it’s also still a beach town, so during the day it’s very tourist-y, but, of course, they all know its reputation. So one time me and a few friends were at the beach and decided to go walking up the boardwalk, well north of the “gay end” of the beach. As we were passing an open-air patio restaurant, I distinctly saw a middle-aged woman look at us, then lean over to her husband and whisper something behind our menus when she saw us four, muscular, beautiful men in speedos walk by. All I could imagine was the above-referenced nature show. “And here we see the homosexuals in their native environment. They’re skittish, but can be lured by a simple call. {waves bottled water towards timid, tittering homosexuals} ‘Perrier! Perrier!’ {homosexuals titter, ‘Oooo, Perrier!’ and come snatch the bottles out of the tourist’s hands}” Cracks me up every time I think of it. )
Buh-bye, SBJ, or whatever sock you are. “No need to ban me” - shaa, right! Trolls get banned, ya little fuck, so suck my cock, like your mother does in Hell*!
Fuck, he acknowledged he was trolling before I got my chance to join the pile-on POUT, POUT, POUT
…And I wanted him to write a note to my doctor who is convinced I am filled with cholesterol when obviously it is hate.
Oh well, guess I will have to satisfy myself with congratulting Andygirl for her stirring cheer on behalf of the homo team… of course I was thinking along the lines of really aggressive… bats and chains and stuff…
The so-called ‘All Hallows Eve’ is at heart a Christian folk custom, an evening to remember the departed damned. It is a preparation for the next day’s Feast of All Saints, itself decreed by Pope Gregory IV in the 840s, and the commemoration two days later of All Souls Day, added by French Abbott St. Odilo in 998.
That quote if from Andrew Silow-Carroll addressing “How To Skip Halloween so Your Kids Won’t Hate You” in the October 26th edition of The Forward. The suggestion was to wait for Purim; a celebration of hidden identities, mischief-making and sugar
Second: If you think raisins make an acceptable substitute for real candy, then it’s a good thing you didn’t live near me and my cousins when we went trick-or-treating. That’s an egging offence.
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