The Harbinger

That, my fellow Muchedumbrarians, is the question.

We all have felt the wake of the uber ghey mammoth (no, that’s not a phat joke), Howey. From his look-at-me fairy stories to his look-at-me fairy opinions we have suffered the continuous barrage of in-your-face homosexualness. Is faggotry in and of itself a blight on society? Is it a sinful abomination? No, you buncha fucking non-cocksucking douchebags. It’s not. But guess what, as much as I would like to (and god how I wish I could), I don’t walk around with my dick on my oh-so-hetero shoulders. I don’t make continuous asides to my willingness to lick a snatch, or put my cack in any willing pink cavernous spunk hole (Norm, you nasty bastard!).

I love the gheys (mostly in the butt), but come on you boisterous bastard, stop with the Pope of Queenwich shit already. We know you’re ghey. We know gheys are often chastised. We feel your pain, sistah! Just please, give it a break sometimes and be yourself. Unless yourself is this self-loathing, attention seeker we see on The Mooch, then please, be someone I don’t want to strangle with a g-string (no, not that kind you horny cunt!).

In closing I would just like to say, I don’t hate anyone and that’s not what this column is about. It’s not even about Howey being a bad person. It’s about Howey being a bad ghey. Gheys should be meek and secretive about being ass humping homos. That’s what the closet is for. Just peek your head out long enough to let us know your real opinions about life, politics, family and the occasional score, but please, please spare us the “I’m ghey and proud!…but oh so downtrodden” shit all the goddamned fucking time.

K? K.

Norm!

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