I absolutely don’t fucking care, call me gay, call me old , call me fat call me ugly call me pikey or even call me scum. Go on, call me a son of a whore. I would not even hear, whispers of shirt lifters, grahmam nortons, aleister Crowleys, or reasons to bi/ cheerful part 3. BUTT< Listern m8, I have to bi/honest, I mean, very, very honest, if you ever used the Q word I would absolutely have to, take a big deep breathe and tighten ever muscle in my body, and slowly move all that energy to my fist. It would probably bi/ the last time m8 you ever ever said the word queer. That is not a threat, it is a fucking warning.