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Monday, August 10, 2009

Dyke cops suck my balls.

I was recently taken into custody for operating a motor vehicle while under the impairment of alcohol, allegedly. Even though I passed the field sobriety test with flying colors, while wearing a shirt that's not to "gay friendly". I had the feeling the two male officers were sympathetic to my situation. I had a soaking wet friend who had fallen in a gold fish pond at the bar. Who I had to quickly get out of the bar, sitting in the backseat, but that's a story for another time. Anyway, I was convinced they would let me go, but officer bull dyke was having none of it and insisted I be taken into custody. So I spent the next three hours sitting in a police station in handcuffs looking at pornhub.com with the cops there and refusing to blow into their stupid machine, and just having a generally shitty time.