Fat:
Chill...... Speakin of bein gay..... I didn't realize you had this thing for hozers with no teeth. Concerning your first point, I can't respond since I didn't understand that mish mash of words (other than "...scum sucking liberal pig...") loosely strung together in your vain attempt to make a coherent sentence. Then again, considering the quality of the Texas higher education system these days, I fully understand the lack of coherency.
Blow you, you ask. And you called me gay? It seems to my scum sucking liberal pig mind that if one male asks another male to have oral sex with him, the askor would be just as gay as the askee, if the askee accepted the proposal. If the askee declines your offer (as I do), then I would respectfully submitt that the askor is more likely to be gay than the askee. Regardless, you can kiss my askee.
You further indicate that you believe I have pictures of David Hassellhoff, as you put it, "...strewn about my bedroom." I find it psychologically intriguing that you have a belief about what is, or is not, in MY bedroom. Quite honestly fat, not now, nor have I ever had any thoughts, beliefs, or other concerns about what is in your bedroom.
Now that you have me thinking about your bedroom, I have no doubt that you have a poster of Maurice Richard scotched taped strategically on the ceiling of your rented trailer, directly above the mattress and box springs setting on the white shag carpet next to the rolled up balls of hardened mucus sitting atop the half empty can of Lone Star with cigarette smoke emanating from the can.
I find it further quite interesting, psychologically speaking of course, that you conclude that my "...mother abandoned me...". If I recall my sexual deviancy undergraduate courses correctly, the maternal abandonment of male offspring has been linked with a higher incidency rate of homosexuality.
You also refer to the movie "Goldmember". You could have picked Chicago, My Big Fat Greek Wedding, Twin Towers (although I could probably reach similar conclusions if you had chosen the later film), etc. Could be your subconscious reference to the male appendage? More food for thought.
"...orphanage..." further reference to your issues with abandonement. You also use the term "porridge" instead of soup, broth, etc. You must agree my dear fat, that the word porridge would generally be associated with nursery rhymes (such as Pease Porridge Hot) or other childrens stories (such as Goldilocks and the Three Bears). Possible evidence of some yearning on your part to return to a less complex, easier time in your life.
"...cleaning the bathrooms...", another reference to the elimination functions of the human body involving the penis, annus, the little female weiner.
In conclusion, all in all my dear fat, after disecting your post, which I might add, has your individual signature all over it, one may conclude, in actuality, that you my deprived, southern friend, are, in fact, a homosexual (not that theres anything wrong with that) as well as in need of significant psychotherapy.
I wish you luck in your endeavours as you seek acceptance on your life journey in your Texas world, surrounded by all that heterosexual masculinity, as well as with your psychosexual issues. May you come to some peace with yourself.
Ed, the scum sucking liberal pig.