Queer-bait Loser

That's right folks, in case you haven't figured it out for yourselves, I am a queer-bait loser. How do I know you ask? Easy, a bunch of teenagers told me so. And we all know that teenagers are super-intelligent beings.

You see, I spent Saturday night camped out in front of Best Buy in order to finally obtain an Xbox 360. A mission which was highly successful, but very cold. Sometime around 3:00 AM, a group of very smart boys drove past all of us snuggled up against the wall, shouting and throwing powdered doughnuts out from the car windows as they passed.

Yes guys, you got us, everyone in line definitely appreciated you setting the record straight about our queer status. I mean after all, we were silly enough to sit outside all night to buy a video game console. That's pretty loser all right. Too bad you didn't stop to join us in the fun. Oh wait, that's right, your mommies won't give you any money to buy one so you have to make yourselves feel better by yelling and throwing things. I imagine you all cried yourselves to sleep that night while you thought about all the fun the rest of us will be having for Christmas while you have to spend the time diddling yourselves. Yep, queer-bait, that's me.

PS- We all laughed extremely loud when we saw you get nabbed by the cops as you screamed out of the parking lot. Dip shits.