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| I went to Ozzfest yesterday, and I was wearing my Ghost Rider t-shirt, which is basically just a black cotton T emblazoned with a firey pissed-off skull. | |
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| Having been tired of the whole set of "flamah" jokes, I thought I'd beat people to the punch, even if they weren't thinking it. "I'm wearing this t-shirt because I'm a FLAMING FAGGOT!" I'd say. | |
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| "And by 'flaming faggot' I mean A CIGARETTE...! get it? Get it!?" I'd add, louder than before, creating the appearance that I thought I was being remotely clever with that terrible joke. | |
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| Once people were tired of me being unfunny, I'd catch them off guard with a big deadpan, "And by 'cigarette' I mean I LIKE TO FUCK GROWN MEN UP THE ASS!" | |
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| You should have seen the reactions! Nobody expects to hear that in public, especially not in a loud masculine voice, stated plain as day! Not even my friends saw it coming. | |
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| God, I'm a juvenile prick. | |
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