To the fat, ignorant fuck who made a goddamn fool of himself in front of the lesbian bar: I hate you. I'm sure you felt that the women in front of the bar deeply offended you, but it's so fucking obvious to everyone except yourself that their lifestyle terrifies you because it leaves you feeling impotent and obsolete—things I can assure you that you've successfully accomplished on your own. It's impressive you fit into that neat little box of overcompensating, closeted rage—white male, mid-20s, fat, backward baseball cap, collared shirt, red-faced, drunk, hateful, ranting about sex. This might be a difficult realization for you, but I'm pretty certain the women did NOT "want some of this" as you artfully gestured to your groin. When they expressed disgust for your sad, tiny cock, perhaps you thought calling them dykes would win them over. But to no avail—they called the police and you walked around in circles with your chest puffed out AS IF they would be intimidated or impressed. Then you quickly excused yourself (ran away) while calling insults behind you? God, you embarrassed yourself. If I see you mouth off again, I'm coming down with my cast-iron pan and taking out your knees, you fucking pathetic ogre. recommended