Posts tagged ‘bull dyke’
Okay admittedly Amy Winehouse took it a little far. But the truth is she is someone who liked to party. She didn’t apologize for it. She lived the way she wanted to. But there is no denying her talent and honestly she was a true artist. Like most artists she had demons ( mine is named Julia and is a raging BDBD –bull dozin bull dyke). We don’t yet know what she died of, but we do know that she lived life by her own rules. Maybe they got her killed-but that is the risk you take when you challenge society. So we should all have a moment of silence and a shot of Jamison in her memory.
Twink or Twat
I can’t tell you how many times I have mistaken a muff diving bull-dyke for a glitter peddling twink. Actually, I can tell you but that number would be so long that by the time you got done reading this post you would look like a mix between Joan Rivers and those little animated raisins that sung “Heard it Through the Grapevine” back in ‘86.
Is There Any Point To Feeling Guilt?
This is Large Marge. Not only is she Julia’s twin sister, but she is also the demonic bulldyke presence that sits on my shoulder and makes me feel pointless emotions, like guilt.
Her steely gaze says: You best strike a trot son, cause you know you done wrong, and Im a comin fer ya with a baseball bat and molotov cocktail made with Wild Turkey.
Nothing scares me more than a grizzly bear bull dyke, not even hard time in prison or Paris Hilton’s upcoming sophomore album. We all have a little bull dyke sitting on our shoulder, weighing us down when we realize our actions were wrong. But how much guilt should one person take?
Im not Catholic for Christs sake. Read more…
LGBTQI: More Confusing Than Marc Jacob’s Leather Skort?
I will admit it. I had to google LGBTQI. It seems like they keep adding letters to it every year. Soon it will be longer than my fucklist. Haha Just kidding—thats impossible since there are only 26 letters in the alphabet….I also took issue with the fact that Lesbian comes before Gay….and then I found the photo to the right and thought “Let the lesbians have this small victory. They deserve something nice for once. ”
So I took out my Davinci code scroll analyzer and did some deciphering.
L is for Lesbian: Referring to a woman who believes in astrology, wears hemp bracelets, drives a semi-truck full of lamb shanks, has tattoos of ironic phrases, streaks her mullet, bites her nails, and wears joe boxers under old navy tapered jeans with chuck taylors.
Lesbians like to watch dog-fights and are sensitive to UV light. They are also all allergic to Ballsacks, pet dander, and legumes.
