Our path of destruction yesterday was far and wide covering four states. Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama, and Georgia will never be the same after experiencing the wrath of our radical gay agenda. Those poor fishermen in the Tuscaloosa Bait & Tackle will have no idea what hit them when they go home to their wives and demand a divorce. It brings me great pleasure to know our agenda is so powerful.
Jeff is home safely with our daughter resting by the pool today after a long hour and a half flight. It must be nice to fly home to be with the angel while leaving Gregory and me to drive the big yellow Penske truck 850 miles. Enjoy your day, honey, we are having a TON of fun behind the wheel of this bouncy, stiff, uncomfortable, hot, banana van!
I can’t wait to see my daughter tonight. I have been talking to her on the phone each day and making sure my mom has been sticking to our radical gay family agenda. She has been getting her oatmeal for breakfast, making her bed and doing chores, having fun, enjoying life, resting and sleeping well each night. How radical!
The journey and path of destruction continues today as we leave Atlanta. We will stop in Columbia, SC today and have lunch. Our lunch break is just an excuse to reach more people with our agenda. I hope to find a few church-goers in seersucker suits to thrust my gayness upon. I will do it with Southern charm as to confuse my target. It will go something like this, “Have a nice day ya’ll. Bless your heart.” Hopefully I will have a nice tall glass of sweet tea to sip right after delivering my line.
I hope to have some successful stories to share on my next blog. Ya’ll come back tomorrow, ya hear.