Ugh! Fatty got evicted again (something to do with rampant homosex on the front lawn), so he had to relocate. When he invited me over to his new crib I was expecting the usual roofless trailer or abandoned boxcar. What I found was this:The guy has these things all over the fucking place! I suppose the fact his new residence is the restroom at The Blow An Go Bar And Grill might have something to do with it. Yep. Fatty now lives in the john at a gay bar. He claims the rent is cheap and he gets to eat for free. I noticed he still ha a little of his "lunch" on his chin, and felt a little sick.
While Fatty was showing me his milk carton collection (he likes the ones with the pictures of the missing children), two guys came in and started blowing each other right in front of us.
Now here's the part that pissed me off. Right in the middle of their little freak-fest these guys decided to stop and lecture me on intolerance. Fuck! Like it was my fault I puked. These jackasses need to learn there is a difference between disgust and discrimination. Nobody was infringing on their fucking rights. Nobody said they didn't have the right to suck each other off like a couple of pre-schoolers at a lolly pop convention. I just said, via vomit, that they were nasty. I would have had the same reaction watching a guy eat brussel sprouts and nobody would have said I was trying to oppress him.
As if to prove my point, a guy came in and offered to toss Fatty's salad, causing me and the two blow buddies to gag. One of them even looked like he was going to pass out. See! They didn't hate Fatty, but they, like most people, thought the idea of someone having any kind of sexual contact with him was pretty foul.