Idle homophobic chatter

This afternoon while waiting for a bus to New Farm I overheard one inbred youth say to another as they approached me, "What sort of poof would wear a pink shirt?" Since I was too busy trying to work out how many hours it would take for a bus to arrive, I didn't realise this quip was aimed at yours truly wearing a fabulous Abercrombie and Fitch polo. It really answered their question I suppose. But anyway, as they walked by (no doubt to the train station to get the train to Ipswich or Woodridge) I kept my eyes fixed on them. If they were going to cause trouble I was carrying two one litre glass bottles of San Pellegrino that surely could have been used as a defensive weapon…

Comments

Anonymous said…
Well there's gay and there's gay, and how gay is that?
Beat them with a stick, no. Bottles of San Pellegrino! And of course, no self-respecting queen would consider buying the plastic bottles!

Billyboy

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