You know, I don’t think it’s ever been done without exaggerating it. If it ain’t Roadhouse, nobody seems to want to know about it.

A good little documentary about what it can be like would be something I’d watch, and I’ve done it

Oh, baby boy keeps threatening to do just that. He a writer. I still got a copy of the ones he wrote a long time ago. Somewhere. He signed em for me, back then.

Ain’t a half bad idea though. Get me, baby boy, bulldog and little Tony together with a tape recorder and some wine, see what all we can remember.

Instead of queer as folk, it be queer ass folks. Baby boy the token straight, despite the many offers of some fine ass he turned down back then. You know them little gay boys love the idea of a slab of meat like that. I’d be the glamorous queen, bulldog the mean lesbian, and little Tony the sidekick with a tiny dick.

Them was some days, fo damn sho

Since baby boy said I could, he ain’t too far off from what I remember.

When I saw him and bulldog take off after that bastard what hit that boy, I knew shit was going to go down.

See, baby boy, my hairy monkey, he had been getting in a bad way, dealing with them redneck assholes for a while. We’d get bottles thrown over the fence at us, get cussed, get threatened. He was gay friendly when he started working with us, but the more shit he saw, the madder he got. The week before he had said that one of these days, someone was gonna get killed. I asked him if maybe we should talk to the boss again, get some extra staff on the lot.

He said yeah, but he reckoned one of us would have to kill somebody since the popo ain’t shit. Well, that ain’t how he said it, but that’s what he meant. We’d call them when someone would start trouble, and they’d be a half hour getting there. You old enough to know public enemy? 911 was a joke in that town.

So, when he took off and I heard him saying “not this time motherfucker”, I knew shit was gonna be ugly. When I ran back in, I told them my boy was gonna fuck a redneck up, to call an ambulance.

Time I got back out, they was already blood everywhere. I saw my boy moving to cover my girl and get hit. Heard something crack, so I went at that piece of trash.

I ain’t never been the kind of serious fighter my boy is. Even in the corp, it wasn’t something I took to, but I can do okay. But that trash was on some serious shit. Too fast, too mean. Couldn’t back him off, and he was going after someone to kill.

When baby boy got back up and grabbed that sorry asshole, he was screaming. When he threw him down, it was like when a watermelon gets smashed on concrete. That head hit the ground first, and I thought for sure I was gonna see brains. The sound his head made was stuck in my head for a long time after.

And I couldn’t hold him. Baby boy ain’t what you call small. I was trying to grab him back, stop him from killing that man. He was growling and screaming how he was going to kill him. Saying he’d show him some hate. Baby boy weren’t really there. They was teeth bouncing after one hit, and I started yelling for someone to help me, but all the other staff wasn’t doing nothing but watching.

But Bulldog, bless her perfect little soul, she drag herself up off the ground and get in there. If baby boy had kept swinging, she’d be done thrown, she ain’t but maybe 130 pounds now, and weren’t as strong then. But she stopped him.

And then we’s all crying, and baby boy snaps out of it and starts helping that happy fairy boy making sure he alive and breathing right.

I can’t forget seeing baby boy haul that motherfucker up, over his head and just throw him. The sound he made when he did it, you ain’t want to hear. And then that thunk.

I’ll say this too. Baby boy, my big ol teddy bear, that ain’t the last time he put his self between some ugly motherfucker and somebody that can’t stand for theyself. Ain’t many men I ain’t fucked that I love, but my baby boy is number one.

You want me to tell him? I’m going to dinner at his house tonight.

Baby boy, you at it again.

You done gone and kicked the beehive.

Shut yo damn fool mouth and make me a mess of collards and pintos like a good kitchen monkey. I’ll be there Saturday.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Them critters be smoking the bad herbs

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Honey, I ain’t reading more of your blog

This is the worst troll attempt I’ve seen this year.

Either that, or it’s the silliest thing to come out of a bong this decade.

Lmmfao!

Not my proudest fap.

Which, I wouldn’t normally break that dull-ass saying out on lemmy, but if ever there was a shit-post that deserved a shit-comment, this was it. And I mean that in the best possible way!

I’m not sure why people are surprised.

He’s always held these opinions, he just hid them among other opinions that weren’t as noticeable because he spread the hate around, and mostof the jokes were funny.

This is the same guy that got on his show, and had a segment where a white girl sang his words for him. If you can find the clip without using a service he profits from (I can’t right now, it’s only available in little “shorts” on YouTube), the whole thing is just him saying shit he doesn’t like, that would get his ass “cancelled” if he said them. And the longest segment is about gay sex being gross. Trans issues weren’t as visible back then, but the guy has always said this type of thing.

But for some reason, he’s stopped doing it to everyone, which is what made it acceptable. He didn’t spare any group, but he also didn’t target any single group more often than others, except perhaps black people. And it’s always acceptable to joke about your own group.

Now, he’s just being a douche. The jokes aren’t at all funny unless you find it funny to just bash people with no attempt at humor. It has gone far past the kind of abrasive, but exaggerated hate he used to use, but it isn’t something new.

Perdoname, no tengo mucho espanol.

If homie isn’t going to wield a sword in his mouth, the show is failboat

Yo no se, pero espanol es un lingua muy bonito