What else do you need as an agent?

lol atleast you guys have a good sense of humor! I'm thinking this industry is pretty well set except for the recruiting for the downline side of things so i'll stick with that. I do give you guys credit though, i'm not a sales personality and could never do it let alone make a living off it so kudos to all of you. Definitely a skill there.
 
I'm not into hugging guys....especially guys with freakishly small left hands. :confused:

So, this boy who grew up with my daughter, from kindergarten through high school, was big time homophobe from a very early age.

He just moved to Wisconsin with his boyfriend.

How old were you when you started to fear homosexuality?
 
So, this boy who grew up with my daughter, from kindergarten through high school, was big time homophobe from a very early age.

He just moved to Wisconsin with his boyfriend.

How old were you when you started to fear homosexuality?
As soon as I found out about it. Probably about age 12. :confused:
 
So, this boy who grew up with my daughter, from kindergarten through high school, was big time homophobe from a very early age.

He just moved to Wisconsin with his boyfriend.

How old were you when you started to fear homosexuality?

Way to be bigoted by assuming that friend of your daughters gender identity. They could identify as a girl & have a boyfriend & still be a homophobe if they doesn't agree with same sex relationships. It is 2023, not 2019
 
So, this boy who grew up with my daughter, from kindergarten through high school, was big time homophobe from a very early age.

He just moved to Wisconsin with his boyfriend.

How old were you when you started to fear homosexuality?
So, this boy who grew up with my daughter, from kindergarten through high school, was big time homophobe from a very early age.
Years ago, my brother hired this young guy to run sound on a tour we were doing. The kid was British with the thick accent and all.

Can't remember the guy's name. I just called him Brit. Anyway, Brit flew in to the airport in Atlanta. He had a couple of hours to kill until our crew came through to pick him up.

Brit hopped a taxi and went to a biker bar somewhere south of Atlanta. Walked in and asked the bartender where he could get some fags.

When I met him that night, one eye was completely closed, his lip was busted and he was walking with a pretty bad limp. Some of those bikers had stomped a mud puddle in his ass.

All Brit wanted was a pack of cigarettes.
 
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