I’ve been given the go ahead to throw up a post on Fridays, which works out because Friday is my favorite day, except for maybe Arbor Day.I was going to tell a little story about a drunken former boxer and his nightly 12 rounders with Natty Ice 40s, but I don’t really have the time today, and in the spirit of Simon’s rants, I’ll stick with something like that.
Recently I’ve been running quite a bit. It started as a means to lose some weight and get in shape, with the end goal being to get laid once in a while. I’ve actually taken a liking to running though, and am training to run a half marathon in September. I’ve even gone as far as reading discussion forums on running websites, which is where I got the idea for this post.
In one of the forums, a poster made a complaint about some clown not only calling him a “fag” and a “queer” as they passed each other, but the guy deliberately turning around to go back and continue with the insults. Now don’t get me wrong, I’ve seen some pretty gaily dressed runners in my day, with the shorts with 2” inseams and whatnot, but a lot of serious runners prefer that style. You wouldn’t catch me dead in a pair of those babies, I just don’t have enough time to shave my legs, but that’s not the point.
The point is, I dare somebody to pull that shit with me. Keep calling 150 lb runners fags buddy, but one day you’re going to slip up and make the wrong comment to the wrong guy and I’ll be ready. In fact, I got a feeling your whole family is going down.
I should mention that the guy shouting insults was riding a scooter (Who’s the fag?), probably because he’s on probation for molesting children and isn’t allowed to drive his candy filled van anymore.
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Looking forward to the bear related posts.