Ahhiight, bitches. Skamp took a break in the wilds of.. I don't fucking know... somewhere. But she's back. She's back, and didn't get arrested, or any STDs. That she's aware of.
Hopefully.
Probably.
Maybe.
Aw, shit. Let's just hope not, shall we? Because a vagina that looks like a grilled cheese sandwich is not a pleasant thing to behold. To anyone. Least of all me while looking at it in the mirror.
Which brings us to today's topic. No, it's not Velveeta. Or white cheddar. No, it's about private parts. Or, more importantly, what people DO with their private parts. Or, even MORE importantly, why anyone gives a rat fuck about what OTHER people do with THEIR private parts. I mean, they're called private for a reason, right? So what's the big deal about being homosexual? What's the big deal about being heterosexual, for that matter. Why does anyone give a shit?
Ok, let's address the while "sin" thing. There are people who think that two women rubbing their wooly bears together is going to send them to hell, and that two men who like to.. I dunno, play light sabers together.. are also going to hell. Well? So fucking what? If you think that another person is sinning, why would you waste your own precious energy on worrying about the salvation of another person's soul? Does worrying about them get you extra God points or something? Like, you get to jump ahead in line at the Pearly Gates? Does God somehow..... reward you for that? Does God give you a free meal at Chick-Fil-A, for all that extra worry? Really? Because I fucking doubt it. If there even IS a god, I'm guessing it thinks we're all a bunch of whiny, pussy assed cry babies who spend FAR too much time fretting about stupid shit like worrying about who your neighbor falls in love with. How's about you worry about your own sins, because lemme tell yah-- you've got 'em. You've got 'em buried so far in your soul that it'd take three F350s and a backhoe to dig that shit out. I think that all you shitheads who are so concerned about gays are really just way too afraid of what you carry around with yo' own selves. Maybe you secretly want to screw your mom, or someone's child, or you once got your dog off. Maybe you killed a whole bunch of kittens as a kid, or that you, yourself, are secretly gay and are too afraid that the people who "love" you won't "love" you any more. I don't what it is, but I DO know, that if you're so afraid of homosexuality and hate it so much, then there is something seriously wrong with you. Go get that shit checked out, quick. I doubt they make an antibiotic for douche-baggery, but hey- you never know.
Skampcity wants to make it clear that she supports, in every way, gay marriage, gay sex, gay movies, gay porn, gaygaygaygaygaygaygaygaygaygaygaygaygaygaygaygay!!!!! It does not mean that I like to chow down on carpet sandwiches myself (seriously, that one time in college I just couldn't bring myself to do it) but I do not, in anyway, give a SHIT about your sexual orientation. Nope. So long as you're having fun, and it doesn't involve children, animals, or uninvitingly hurting someone- GO FOR IT.
Honeybadger don't give a FUUUUUCK.
Now. What'd I do with those beads.....?
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