"Oh freddled gruntbuggly/thy micturations are to me/As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee.
Groop I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes.
And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon, see if I don't!"
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hunt him down...
That happen to me once years ago when I worked in a Pizza Joint. Then a few weeks later the same guy came back and asked again to use the bathroom. I said no, asked to see my manager and she said to him," Did you learn to shit in the toilet?" I kid you not, the dude ran out and never saw him again.
The problem is that everyone is so fucking hypersensitive now that they don't want to say "tomboy" and act like these little girls or boys are homosexuals because they show an interest in clothing or activities normally relegated to the opposite sex. What if the little boy isn't queer, what if he's just feeling his connection to his Scots roots and wants to wear a kilt but doesn't know that word? Why does a little girl that wants to wear blue jeans and sneakers and play in the mud with worms have to be displaying some underlying lesbian tendencies? Let fucking kids be kids, don't hassle them about what they want to do or wear or say, and if they turn out to be homosexuals or heterosexuals or metrosexuals, who gives a fuck as long as they're well-adjusted and not criminal deviants or mass-murderers? Fuck!