(NTTAWWT)
They say “assumptions” only do one thing, but screwing with false ones is, on occasion, hilarious.
One that I often hear is that I get my kicks snogging chicks. It’s a pretty common one (no, really. What? Oh.) - so I usually pay no attention. However, the rarer moments of its appearance - the one hit wonders who call for no mercy - are the ones I can stop & appreciate. Those moments are meant to be handled with patience and class. Savored. The bourbons and chocolates of an otherwise mundane world.
One such moment presented itself Friday. A team of knuckle-draggers apparently felt burdened to share their ideas about me with the proverbial class. Let me remind you, there is nothing quite like a good your-mom line (and don’t you dare tell me how old n’ busted they are) - but a perfectly executed your-mom, with just the right touch of elaboration, dead center in a cloud of homophobia, is really a beautiful thing. The instant these rapier wits processed the implications… their reaction can only be described as “completely and utterly squicked-out”.
Savored, I tell you.
