(Not Your) Typical Gay Man

Call me a fag and I'll call you a stain on the concrete.

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Hi, my name is Jon. I live in the middle of Illinois and work a third shift job, that, unlike most other people in the world, I love. However, due to this, my personal life is somewhat limited. But, you have to make some sacrifices in this life. In my blog, I'll explain a lot more about who I am and what I'm about and why I'm not your Typical Gay Man.

Thursday, December 29, 2005

Improper use of the english language

I'd truely forgotten how much fun and what a total rush it is to get someone fired.
The guy I used to have to work with that slept most of the shift was fired last night. There was lots of fun for everyone to have and just all around a great time was had. I'd never seen a big black man like that whine so much in my life. Then, on his way out, he decided to call me a, "pussy-assed faggot." I guess I should have felt insulted, but the only thing that went through my head was "isn't that an oxymoron?"

After that, he also called me a bitch. Well, at least he got that part right. I guess he forgot that one should never fuck with a bitch. Maybe he'll remember the next time.

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