I hated him. With a passion unrivaled. His

I hated him. With a passion unrivaled. His damn red hair. The dilapidated scooter with a boom box bungee corded on back blaring Ace of Base's I saw the sign pulled into the
Parking spot
And his mustang was to big to park in a normal parking spot
So he rammed it straight through the McDonald's front doors and walked away as the car and the McDonald's exploded behind him
And smashed some other gay kids
before being arrested for homophobic abuse.
So that sucked. I thought I knew them better, Fred and Margie. Where did they find the time to picket funerals in states they'd never been? Although I disagree with their polictics
I had to admit Fred and Margie had the best signs at the funeral. They managed to spell scented & hell correctly, the others were an English teachers nightmare & they smelled of
blueberry muffins. Which is better than smelling bad, I suppose. But what I really couldn't understand was why anyone would serve beer at a funeral? I always just bring my own.
Hmm. Blueberry beer. I wonder if anybody's thought of that already? Taking a long swig, I ponder this important question through the rest of the day. Then I go home and sleep.

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