Monday, October 16, 2006

Renaissance festival

I went on an outing with some friends I met online. We all decided to go to a Renaissance festival just outside Houston, Texas. We had folks come from Canada, California, New York and so on. Probably about 13 of us guys and one girl. She showed up for some hot geek action (very weird)

We ended up going to the Renaissance festival on a Saturday. I was amazed by all of the people actually nerdier than I am. Every 350 pound woman was dressed as a bar wench with their enormous 7 foot long cleavage hanging out. Everyone working a booth was dressed in some period costume speaking their medieval dork speak. I am not really into that sort of thing but I do like the crafts, glass blowing, blacksmithing, brewing, archery etc.. The festival was so huge and redundant it repeated itself almost exactly in about four areas. I had a good time once I got over being embarrassed for other people.

Suddenly I witnessed one of the strangest things I had ever seen. There were these two guys dressed up as Norsemen. Let me start off by saying I'm about 6 feet 5 inches and weigh about 265Lbs and not fat either. I approached these guys and immediately felt like a dwarf. They were both easily 6 inches taller than me, with legs as big as tree trunks and their arms were about the diameter of telephone poles. They had giant wild red beards that stuck out all over the place and were wearing kilts. These were easily the biggest scariest mofo's I have ever seen. They were each guzzling large flagons of mead and letting the suds drip off of their faces. Everyone was getting out of their way. Not surprisingly these guys were off to the Caber Toss where they pick up giant telephone poles and fling them as far as they can. I would want those guys on my side in a bar fight thats for sure.

Later that night I got to know some of my online friends a little better. These two Russians were cool as hell. I don't know why were were ever enemies with these people. They like women, guns and beer just as much as every other red blooded male. I only had a problem with one Canadian fellow. All of us were at an Outback steak house next to our hotel drinking many pitchers of beer and shooting the shit. We happened to get on the subject of self defense.


The Canadian fellow I'll call "Pussy McFaggotass" loudly stated that there is absolutely no excuse or justifiable reason for taking another human life. A couple of us chimed in and asked, "what if you walked in and your girlfriend was being raped?" Pussy McFaggotass confidently stated that he would let the rapist finish and leave then he would call the police. A good friend of mine went balls out ballistic and loudly exclaimed "I would grab the rapist by the throat, cut off his pecker, cut off his head and impale it on a pike then bathe in his blood!!!

McFaggotass turned white as a sheet and started sliding down in his chair like he was going to pass out. The Outback manager came over and told us we had to leave after that outburst. Unbeknownst to us a 9th grade girls soccer team had been seated behind us and were intently listening to our conversation. The Soccer mom's faces were beet red. Oh well. It needed to be said.

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12 Comments:

At October 16, 2006 at 6:50 PM , Anonymous MrsJoseGoldbloom said...

"Pussy McFaggotass "
Hey I think I've met him! LOL

Sometimes violence IS the only answer...sad but very true.

 
At October 16, 2006 at 7:46 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

Not even pull the sonuvabitch off his girlfriend? Not even hit him to get him off the woman he loves?

There are no words to describe how jaw-droppingly callous and stupid (among other things) this jerk is. Your friend's statement is spot-on (actually mild, compared to what I'd do if someone was going after my Significant Other).

Soccer Mom and her brood should have taken notes on who to choose as a mate. I'm not saying go out with a violent person, just make sure that you're willing to protect each other and take matters into your own hands when the chips are down.

 
At October 16, 2006 at 7:49 PM , Anonymous Jimmy said...

Now I wonder if the man in question, a Mr. McFaggotass, has ever had a girlfriend?

 
At October 16, 2006 at 7:52 PM , Anonymous Anonymous said...

I sincerely doubt his relationship with her, if any, went beyond "receptacle". If you care that deeply about someone, you will not idly stand by while they're being hurt.

And sorry if I'm going over the top with my previous post, but I'm not someone to just sit by if a loved one is being hurt.

- ISU Tinkerer

 
At October 16, 2006 at 7:59 PM , Anonymous Hammer said...

The funny (or sad thing) about the whole ordeal is that Mcfaggotass had lured a close friend away from her family so she could move up to Canada with him. Granted she was miserable with her addict husband
but she could have done much beter than this creepy sombitch,

And Tinkerer your comments are spot on.

 
At October 16, 2006 at 8:22 PM , Anonymous Gunny John said...

What a waste of skin. God could have made a perfectly good pig or cow, but chose to waste that skin on him (a virtual sheep).

 
At October 16, 2006 at 9:14 PM , Anonymous dragonlady474 said...

Let's hope a rapist doesn't get a hold of HIM...that's okay though, McFaggy's girlfriend could let him finish.

 
At October 17, 2006 at 2:04 AM , Anonymous Lexcen said...

I'm against violence. Although I wouldn't object to a rapist being castrated. That's not violence is it?

 
At October 17, 2006 at 6:32 AM , Anonymous Walrilla said...

No, lexcen, that's not violence. That's called "just gettin' started!"

 
At October 17, 2006 at 9:34 AM , Anonymous BobG said...

"I'm against violence. Although I wouldn't object to a rapist being castrated. That's not violence is it?"

Depends on how you do it; if it involves slamming his testicles between two bricks, that could be ruled as violent.
On the other hand, using rubber bands like they use on livestock is different; the testicles slowly shrivel away in a non-violent fashion.

 
At October 18, 2006 at 8:09 PM , Anonymous Infinitesimal said...

Pussy McFaggotass...
HARHARHAR

oooh boy, *wiping tears of laughter*

Seriously, he would let him FINISH??!!!??

Maybe he nees to get raped sometime, while said girlfriend "lets him finish"
no need to dial 911
just a rape...

Ohhh, sweet SWEET PMS!!
IT's CRANKIN' BABY!!
anyway, wanted to tell you,
I grew up in Houston,. I have been to the Ren fair that you speak of. I know of the fat chick seven foot cleavage.
Do they still carry their beer in there?

 
At October 18, 2006 at 8:23 PM , Anonymous Hammer said...

Yes. Sweaty cleavage beer. Yum.

 

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