Sunday, April 15, 2012

I Like Girls

I was coming back from my favorite book store running out of gas, so I stopped at a station I had never been to.  I put a few gallons in the car, then went inside to buy something to drink.  When I walked back outside this old sweaty hairy man in a tank top, shorts stuck up his butt, filling a tire with air, looked at me with his bleary red eyes and said,

"You one of those girls that like girls."  He sounded like he had phlegm in his throat.

"How can you tell," I answered.

"I can just tell."

What could I say?  I love women but don't want to have sex with them.  Why are people always bothering me?  I just be minding my own business.

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