A country bumpkin from backwoods Alabama is on vacation in Hollywood and as he walks down the street around mid-day in his overalls and plaid shirt, he begins to get hungry. Unfamiliar with the area and the hip ways of the big city, he looks for a restaurant.
He notices a large sign hanging over a storefront that reads “LBGT Emporium.”
“Hum,” he thinks to himself. “I like bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwiches. I think I will try that place.”
He enters the store and immediately asks for a large LGBT. He doesn’t really know what the “G” stands for, but he figures it’s got to be “guacamole,” since there is a large Hispanic population in Southern California.
The Emporium owner, confused by the man’s request, walks into the back of the store and comes back with four other people, including: a very muscular woman with tattoos on all of her visible skin, wearing a sleeveless leather jacket with chains, smoking a Lucky Strike cigarette; a wimpy looking little guy wearing a gold and black plaid blazer over a white linen shirt unbuttoned to the navel, with pink shorts and more bling around his neck than Fort Knox could hold; an ordinary looking fellow that is handsome enough to be a movie star; and a guy that looks sort of like a woman in kind of Halloween costume, or a woman that looks kind of like a man in the same costume.
“Is this what you’re looking for?” the emporium owner asks the bumpkin, waving his hand toward the group.
“I always heard things were different out here,” the bumpkin replied, “But I never thought it would take four people to make a dad-gum sandwich.”
Causes John Haslam Supports
I support the Constitution of the United States of America.
I support St. Jude's Hospital.
I believe in GOD.