This post was deleted from another forum as violating posting guidelines. Because we cannot give the other side any cause to doubt our moral purity. Seriously.
Fuck them. Seriously.
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I Have This Recurring Fantasy
I am riding my Hayabusa, late one night, zooming around.
When, unexpectedly, my headlights catch Scott Lively,* in their halogen brilliance. (Scott does live in my home state of Massachusetts, so this is not entirely impossible.)
For some reason, my right hand twists the throttle dan savage-ly, and my 'busa leaps forward in a wheelie (even though a 'busa isn't a good wheelie bike.)
There is a blur of motion, a loud thud, and poor Scott lies in the road, bleeding profusely from every orifice.
I stop the bike, and call 911.
I go over to the prone figure in the road. "Scott, Scott, I am so sorry!!!" I say.
"Get away from me, you filthy faggot!" Scott replies.
I respect his request.
Cops and an ambulance arrive. "I'm sorry, officer, I was overcome," I say.
"We understand," said one cop, "But your insurance rates will go up."
I hang my head in shame. The cops cite me for littering. The ambulance leaves, Scott glaring at me from the back.
I ride off into the night.
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* Scott Lively is the seriously fucked-up fuck who helped sponsor the Ugandan Kill the Gays bill. He ran for Governor of Massachusetts in the last election, gathering less than 1% of the vote. He truly thinks gay marriage will cause the Apocalypse. Really, that's all you need to know. Feel free to google him.
Fuck them. Seriously.
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I Have This Recurring Fantasy
I am riding my Hayabusa, late one night, zooming around.
When, unexpectedly, my headlights catch Scott Lively,* in their halogen brilliance. (Scott does live in my home state of Massachusetts, so this is not entirely impossible.)
For some reason, my right hand twists the throttle dan savage-ly, and my 'busa leaps forward in a wheelie (even though a 'busa isn't a good wheelie bike.)
There is a blur of motion, a loud thud, and poor Scott lies in the road, bleeding profusely from every orifice.
I stop the bike, and call 911.
I go over to the prone figure in the road. "Scott, Scott, I am so sorry!!!" I say.
"Get away from me, you filthy faggot!" Scott replies.
I respect his request.
Cops and an ambulance arrive. "I'm sorry, officer, I was overcome," I say.
"We understand," said one cop, "But your insurance rates will go up."
I hang my head in shame. The cops cite me for littering. The ambulance leaves, Scott glaring at me from the back.
I ride off into the night.
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* Scott Lively is the seriously fucked-up fuck who helped sponsor the Ugandan Kill the Gays bill. He ran for Governor of Massachusetts in the last election, gathering less than 1% of the vote. He truly thinks gay marriage will cause the Apocalypse. Really, that's all you need to know. Feel free to google him.
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