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Sweet Baby Jesus Hallelujah is all I could shout when I SHOT UP from my nap in the park after a long night of Bingo with my friends. Ya see, after a few drinks I fall asleep, it don’t matter where I am–walking downstairs, on a subway train, or even being a Pall Bearer at a funeral, I just drop and go into a deep sleep. My Doctor calls it Alcoholism, but what does that piece of shit Hindu mother fucker think he’s talking about? I know I got the Narcolepsy! So anyway where was I, Oh Yes! So after a night of my nappin’ spells, I got up, brushed myself off and started to walk home. I had to collect myself because I was disoriented and didn’t really know where I was. I had a half-eaten chicken wing in my hair and a condom in my ass, how that got there I do not know because I am against Birth Control. I collected myself, ate the rest of the chicken wing and was on back on track to finding my way home. As I was walking and trying to re-trace my steps by following vomit trails that I am more than confident were mine, I stumbled across a gay bar I protest and throw rocks at from time to time. They had a huge Flyer in the front of it promoting and advertising that some Cross Dresser from Ru-Paul’s Sad Race was going to be performing there that night, and that Manhunt.net was sponsoring it. I was at a loss of words because I was confused on what Manhunt was. I reached into my purse and quickly scribbled down the website and the address/time of the event so I may warn the other Christ Crusaders in the area of such despicable and abhorrent events that will be happening there in a few short hours.