Saturday, April 29, 2006

Fag Hags and the mentally challenged

Okay, so my good friend Bam told me I needed a blog and here I am talking to all of you or rather none of you! In one day I have been called a Fag Hag and almost hit a screaming person on the highway. How you ask? Remember, I am the person your parents warned you about.

I wouldn't say that I am surrounded by gay people at work but I am in contact with a small number of them, but only since my move to Ohio. I never thought of Ohio as Gay Friendly, but so many things are new to me here. (Like Indians victories) I asked rather innocently what I had written across my face that indicated that it was okay for everyone to tell me ALL about their lives and my co-worker laughed out "Fag Hag."

Wow! I never knew I was so popular with the gay crowd. Okay, so maybe it was a dead give away when all those girls hit on me (flattered ladies but not interested), but my boss told me that my personality draws them to me. I am still trying to figure out if she meant this in a nice way!

And as if I didn't have enough to ponder on my hour long drive home I almost hit an acid trippin or mentally challenged person then again maybe both. It was black out and the car in front of me swerved, thank god, I did the same. Someone was standing in the middle of no. 8 highway. No dents only screaming and waving of arms from both parties.

Light bulb! Okay, maybe Jr. is going to wreck in Talladega. If so, remember I was the one to call it. Or maybe he will pull a arm waving, helmet throwing session.

Remember, I Am The Person Your Parents Warned You About...
Hi Bam