david cross
so we get there...there are a bunch of beer tents....and in typical red neck fashion there are tents right next to them that look exactly the same...inwhich u have to stand in this long line and show ur ID and get a bracelet and beer tickets so u can then stand in the other long line for a half an hour to buy beer. Its as if the mayor is friends with the ticket impresario of atlanta...you know its like ,"come on buddy...i got a wharehouse full of these tickets...help me get rid of them"....so im standin in line with my friends and wanna buy beer and i dont know if im in the line for beer or to get the tickets...so i tap the gentlemen in fron of me and say "excuse me but is this the line for beer, or the line to get the tickets for the beer?"...and his response was...and this isnt a joke...he turned and looked at me and said,".......i dont know faggot!"....there u go...there u go...i dont know faggot....I DONT KNOW FAGGOT!! wat the hell did i say to deserve that answer? was it cuz i was suckin his cock at the time? i mean if i was i would have been like...ok thats a reasonable answer.