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So last night I walked down the street. I walked by a man and… maybe his girlfriend? Wife? Friend? Who knows.. either way she had a buzzed head and was walking a dog very slowly.
He was yelling at her before I could even see them. They were a little used up. They weren’t glamorous. They were pure rough, dirty, city slicks.
So yeah.. I just walked by and she was smirking but I don’t think she was on the same planet as he was .. but he just cussed her out:
“THEY KICKED YOU OUT BECAUSE YOU WERE TOO DRUNK AND I WANTED A FUCKING DRINK AND NOW I CAN’T FUCKING HAVE ONE”
Let me tell you, his slur was RIGHT on, too.
I was interested. The end.
Okay, everyone, bring your eyes to me- Thanks.
Now read this: http://www.winnipegsun.com/News/Winnipeg/2008/08/07/6371591-sun.html.
Now, I am reading a story here where “common sense” has no place. People in Kansas, from the Westboro Baptist Church, are going to come to a funeral and PROTEST. Attend funeral that isn’t even in the same country! Well, not even attend rather.. mortify those attending the funeral. Does anybody find this upsetting? A bit? Funny? Tasteless? I have no idea… okay, I understand that people do stupid things all of the time - but this kind of crosses the line.
I can’t really tell you what does, and does not, cross the line, but I’m a bit bothered! I’m not going to lie, this “fundamentalist church group” is bothering me! Some poor guy is killed (and mutilated) and is now going to have the most awkward and ruined funeral (which is all he’s got left to leave a mark). There is no reason for this!
“God is Punishing Canada”, they are preaching. Maybe he is… for sending us a bunch of retarded hicks to soil a powerful and meaningful ceremony. A funeral isn’t a joke and it isn’t a place where you get to make your mark. Shouldn’t people who attend church know this? This group is completely oxymoronic.
Fred Phelps - you should reconsider.
And your little Phelps daughter who claims that connecting dots means this:
“We’re trying to get you to see that your rebellion against the standards of God, your disobedience to the commandments — your idols, your false gods, your filthy ways have brought wrath upon your head.”
Connecting the dots means closing up a figure. It means closing something up. It means building up walls and it means limiting yourself to only that shape, that figure, that idea, that thought, that way. And that means you’ve already stopped thinking for yourself.
Tim McLean Jr., may you rest in peace.
So I went to Timmins for the long weekend. My sister got married and she was effing beautiful. I loved it. It was great, the people were having fun and the speeches were getting heavy and I even shed a bit of a tear.
Then it’s time for the sisters’ speeches. Nath gives her 9-page long speech and I’m loving every second of it…. until: bam. My dress rips open. It’s as if some horny demon was like “hawhaw hawww OFF WITH YOUR DRESS”. Seriously! What happened? I have no idea. All I know is that one minute I was laughing at a joke made in a speech, the next minute, my perfect fitting, not-too-tight, probably-could-have-been-tighter dress… RIPS OPEN.
Needless to say, it broke the ice for my speech. So, I gave my damn speech, while 2 girls started to safety-pin up my dress. I gothed the shit out of it and danced the night away.
Well, by dance, I mean, laughed at twinkle toes van “Shake” while he danced in circles around me.
My sister was beautiful. All was well. Good long weekend OH! EIGHT!…
