May Day, May Day!
It’s May Day, bitches. For whatever reason, you wonder if you’ll be gifted a May Day basket sometime within the next 12 hours, even if you’ve past the stage of pissing your pants on the way home from grade school. Possibly the queerest holiday, and not that there is any wrong with that, but what is the deal with leaving a basket full of shit on your neighbors steps and then taking off?
The day is to celebrate the social and economic achievements of the labor movement. Hmmm, let’s see, we are in a recession and same sex marriages are celebrating their honeymoons as you read this nonsense. Dead grandparents are rolling in their graves.
May day, may day….call in the dead grandparents, jimmy is get’n the plug again!
Note: I’ve watched more than 10 episodes of Queer Eye for The Straight Guy and participated in LA’s Gay Pride Parade. I have friends that are gay. Get over it. You can take it.
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