"Jews?" "Without." "Communists?" "Without" "Women?" "Done, but only on" bad ". "Judges?" "Without." "Journalists?" "Without" "Gay?" "Aspects President, there is". "Ok, go for the gays." I think the joke, the last bar, the gay is born more or less like this. Me I see the man not very tall, not handsome, not skinny, not very young, not spick there, who acted with his tousled toupee (and perhaps with regrowth attached) on how to distract her televotanti (or not) by Its yet another rogue. Rascal knows of cheap cologne, extension fee due and mice, little pay, given the quality of the goods. Me I see him shake with his belly swollen, soft, pleated her buttocks, her little hands and parchment and its slip reinforced to keep alive what otherwise would come easily to her knees. I see it, there with his staff he wants to do fast because it already has a new appointment with the last girl who had called for help. I see it, the benefactor to botox, rouge employee, the illusionist limited by foul holding strong to the sound of potato, boiled little difference to him. "Keep that, on the other. News?". "No Ruby." "Well, well do the same." And I see him there, reaching out to these little girls scared by Gramps in front of them, flaccid, weak, hypotonic, outgassing, while offering, in its rigor that smacks of citrate, his wizened 74-year-python that they can not refuse. They are whores, moreover, do not reject anything, if you pay. Quiet girls, leaving little poison. Do not fear, the bitterness is all in his head, full of pains in his bones, in his wrinkles that can no longer flatten, in his eyes stuck in wet and bags that hide bad things in his arthritic hands, in her pregnant belly arrogance, in his breast mushy. The bitterness is there. He's ruining. And now he gets angry with gays. To please the friends of Italy sports bar, he gets angry with gays. It let to the recent gay. Most think that they would save from his wrath geriatric, they would save because after all, has something in common with them. First, in his lines, he brought it to everyone from Communists to the priests, the magistrates to the Jews. But gays do not. Now, exhausted from his proverbial wisdom and intellectual manhood by his sound has been dropped. Exhausted and wants to get back on top blaming homosexuals. Them without knowing that he epitomizes, in his old queen makeup look, notch (even if the heel is inside) and hue. A certain kind of gay, of course, the bad, now old Torque tube loose like him. Those who no longer have the gall to splash. Those who are jealous of anyone who has not withered something to offer, no more need to open their wallets. And like a true inflamed by the beauty of others fairy shooting at anyone. Gay, at the end as he learned, including. Good shirt for everyone.
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