There was a tyranny fag that worked accross the street at the gas station that I go to frequently. Any times he’s there I’m always like what’s up dude. Or hey man how’s it hanging. It’s like automatic. Not that I’m trying to be a smart ass. Just a greeting. Think he quit not too long ago. Haven’t seen him ina. While.
Too much cringe for me. I'd have switched gas stations. The price of gas is cringey enough.
Nah. Don’t back don’t. Move forward. Silly dude left. Why should I change fer him tryna be a her. Fak that
Something about deranged trannies holding a gas pump nozzle in one hand, lighter in the other anywhere near me after "insulting them with truth" triggers my spidey senses.
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