I like “Forever” stamps. But, if they suddenly add something homosexual to them, I’ll start buying single stamps of flowers, trees, bells, gofers … anything but queeahs.
Too much getting rammed down our throats awreddy!! No more!!
I was standing in line at the Las Vegas post office. It was a long line stretching out the door and only one window was open. (And the fools in charge of the post office wonder why they’re going broke.) A tall, rural-looking man had just finished buying his stamps and he stepped away from the window. All of us in line took a step forward.
A moment later the man returned, standing off to the side of the line. He called back to the postal worker at the window with a rangy twang, “I hate to bother you, but could I get some different stamps instead of the ones you gave me?”
“Sure,” said the postal worker. Then he asked, “Which ones did I give you?”
The man answered, “Gay pride.”
I busted out laughing, followed by everyone else in line. The man explained himself. “I got nothing against…
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