Steve Salyers, devout Christian and owner of Arkansas flea market Spa City Treasures, had his faith assaulted this past Saturday when a lesbian couple entered his store and -- brace yourselves -- held hands there . Right inside the store, just like common harlots. Naturally, Salyers spoke up and asked the couple, Ashley Looper and Jessica Perkins, to stop it immediately, for the children. While the couple say they were not getting "handsy" and were literally just walking around, holding hands and looking at dismbodied doll heads or whatever (
That phrase always flashes me back to the time I was on a grand jury in a capitol murder case, deciding whether to hand down an indictment on a single mom's boyfriend, who stood accused of shaking and beating the baby because it wouldn't stop crying. The boyfriend's sister testified that the boyfriend "was always lovin' on her" ("her" being the deceased baby).
Sorry for adding the extra layer of creepiness onto that already creepy phrase, but I never want to be "loved on". Or hear that phrase ever again.
(And yes, we indicted the fucker. Don't know what happened at trial.)
I flipped a guy off today when I was leaving the grocery store. There's a sign right out front for people to slow down and wait for pedestrians in the crosswalk. I wasn't crossing wherever I felt like it, but in the dang crosswalk. I'm on one of those ridiculous scooters because I'm having some serious post-surgery complications that has made my disability flare up. Normally, I can cross streets and the rest, but this was one of the bad days when I couldn't.
Anyway, it was like nobody saw the sign saying to stop for people in the crosswalk, and car after car kept flying by. I tried easing out when there was a gap, but not one but two assholes nearly ran me over. I honked the scooter and gave one of them the bird long and hard. One guy who stopped for me leaned out of his car window and said to me, "That's exactly what we need more of for jerks like that! Jeez Louise, people, let her cross!" My husband finally had to get in the middle of the crosswalk and stand out there glaring at people about to drive through the crosswalk with me right there, to get them to knock it off with nearly running me over.
You know, I'm usually in a hurry quite a bit, and I have next to no patience, but I fricking stop for people in the crosswalk. Who's in that much of a hurry that they can't let a disabled person get across a parking lot without getting shellacked?
Dude, if you knew some of the things I saw when I worked retail...
I was the only one working at my Bed & Bath store one morning in LA. We had mockups of beds to showcase various linens we carried. I was concentrated on the front door, because that's where nearly all our customers came in, but I was doing some bookkeeping at the main desk. I didn't realize a couple had come in while I was in the back for all of two seconds to verify that we'd gotten a certain product in and shelved. When I step out, I started hearing these moans, but the radio was on KIIS FM so I thought it was Rick Dees being a jerk, same as always. But then I heard it on another song.
Turned around, and this guy and chick were rolling off one of MY beds and pulling up their pants.
They had to buy that damned comforter, and all the pillows, too, after I called the cops on them. I certainly couldn't sell the stuff after what they'd done to it, not even on clearance.
I had a Catholic friend who got turned on during that time that people are praying and whatever else it is Catholics do when they're hanging out at their worship centers between services. So she and her beau slipped into a confessional when everyone was too busy with whatever they were doing, and did the nasty.
She swears it was the best sex they ever had.
Every Catholic I've ever known was freaky about sex.
Shouldn't Steve be happy the lesbians aren't putting semen in his Starbucks?
“They were loving on each other a lot and holding hands and they pretty much did it the whole way through the store,” he said.
Well. If they were doing IT, then what choice did the poor bigot have? He asked nice!
But you repeat yourself. ;>)
This is an excellently worded premise.
Ok, first of all "Spa City Treasures" totally sounds like a gay bathhouse.
You know, that comment about "normal people" really shores up his claim that he isn't a bigot.
"They were holding hands and obviously were very much in love. What kind of sick world is this?"
I saw his name three times before I realized it wasn't "Slayer".
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Send him that one, and the one of George W. actually KISSING the Saudi Prince on the mouth too.
That phrase always flashes me back to the time I was on a grand jury in a capitol murder case, deciding whether to hand down an indictment on a single mom's boyfriend, who stood accused of shaking and beating the baby because it wouldn't stop crying. The boyfriend's sister testified that the boyfriend "was always lovin' on her" ("her" being the deceased baby).
Sorry for adding the extra layer of creepiness onto that already creepy phrase, but I never want to be "loved on". Or hear that phrase ever again.
(And yes, we indicted the fucker. Don't know what happened at trial.)
My mother had a friend named Geneve. Like the city in Switzerland, but without the last syllable.
I flipped a guy off today when I was leaving the grocery store. There's a sign right out front for people to slow down and wait for pedestrians in the crosswalk. I wasn't crossing wherever I felt like it, but in the dang crosswalk. I'm on one of those ridiculous scooters because I'm having some serious post-surgery complications that has made my disability flare up. Normally, I can cross streets and the rest, but this was one of the bad days when I couldn't.
Anyway, it was like nobody saw the sign saying to stop for people in the crosswalk, and car after car kept flying by. I tried easing out when there was a gap, but not one but two assholes nearly ran me over. I honked the scooter and gave one of them the bird long and hard. One guy who stopped for me leaned out of his car window and said to me, "That's exactly what we need more of for jerks like that! Jeez Louise, people, let her cross!" My husband finally had to get in the middle of the crosswalk and stand out there glaring at people about to drive through the crosswalk with me right there, to get them to knock it off with nearly running me over.
You know, I'm usually in a hurry quite a bit, and I have next to no patience, but I fricking stop for people in the crosswalk. Who's in that much of a hurry that they can't let a disabled person get across a parking lot without getting shellacked?
Dude, if you knew some of the things I saw when I worked retail...
I was the only one working at my Bed & Bath store one morning in LA. We had mockups of beds to showcase various linens we carried. I was concentrated on the front door, because that's where nearly all our customers came in, but I was doing some bookkeeping at the main desk. I didn't realize a couple had come in while I was in the back for all of two seconds to verify that we'd gotten a certain product in and shelved. When I step out, I started hearing these moans, but the radio was on KIIS FM so I thought it was Rick Dees being a jerk, same as always. But then I heard it on another song.
Turned around, and this guy and chick were rolling off one of MY beds and pulling up their pants.
They had to buy that damned comforter, and all the pillows, too, after I called the cops on them. I certainly couldn't sell the stuff after what they'd done to it, not even on clearance.
I had a Catholic friend who got turned on during that time that people are praying and whatever else it is Catholics do when they're hanging out at their worship centers between services. So she and her beau slipped into a confessional when everyone was too busy with whatever they were doing, and did the nasty.
She swears it was the best sex they ever had.
Every Catholic I've ever known was freaky about sex.
And pigs. And Canaanite women, the dogs.