Hahahah I met one of these faggots IRL once.

When I was 18 I had a part-time summer job as a security guard - nothing fancy, we mostly just stood around for insurance purposes. Anyway, I was assigned to a night shift at a furniture store that was just finishing construction, with a pretty wild assortment of other people.

One of those people was a dude who literally looked like his granddad was a silverback gorilla. Huge shoulders, no neck, bald head, scars, biceps the size of a normal person's thighs. Actual Grug IRL. He wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but he was a pretty good natured fella, as long as you didn't piss him off. You didn't want to piss this guy off.

Another one was a self-proclaimed member of the Communist Youth (a commie org here - I'm from a post-commie country). It was this little shithead who looked about 13 and weighed maybe 60 kilos soaking wet. Noone liked him.

One night, early in the shift, Grug was hungry, so he went into the staff room where we kept out stuff to grab a sandwich he brought with him. He opened the fridge, and the sandwich wasn't there. Confused, he looked around, and he saw Pinko Twink sitting at a table in the back of the room, happily munching on the sandwich Grug's girlfriend made for him, because, you know, he's a communist, everything belongs to everyone. Motherfucker saw Grug looking at him, and gave him a huge grin.

The room looked a bit like a school cafeteria, there was a bunch of tables all over the place. Grug made a grunting noise and started walking directly towards the twink, knocking tables and chairs that were in his way aside.

At this point, Pinko Twink, who was oblivious to any danger until then, finally realized he fucked up, and his eyes went wide in primal terror. It was too late to try and run. Grug stopped next to him, grunted again, and just grabbed him around the neck with one hand, lifted him up from the chair, and carried him outside as the twink desperately tried to get loose. I didn't see what happened afterwards, I felt like it wasn't the best idea to try and follow them, but I heard. "AAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Me and another dude who saw the whole thing just stood there in the staff room, not sure if we should be laughing or calling an ambulance. After a moment, Grug came back into the staff room like nothing happened, and asked me if I saw a sandwich vending machine anywhere nearby. That was the first thing he said throughout the entire incident.

I never saw Pinko Twink ever again after that.

Hahahah I met one of these faggots IRL once.

When I was 18 I had a part-time summer job as a security guard - nothing fancy, we mostly just stood around for insurance purposes. Anyway, I was assigned to a night shift at a furniture store that was just finishing construction, with a pretty wild assortment of other people.

One of those people was a dude who literally looked like his granddad was a silverback gorilla. Huge shoulders, no neck, bald head, scars, biceps the size of a normal person's thighs. Actual Grug IRL. He wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but he was a pretty good natured fella, as long as you didn't piss him off. You didn't want to piss this guy off.

Another one was a self-proclaimed member of the Communist Youth (a commie org here - I'm from a post-commie country). It was this little shithead who looked about 13 and weighed maybe 60 kilos soaking wet. Noone liked him.

One night, early in the shift, Grug was hungry, so he went into the staff room where we kept out stuff to grab a sandwich he brought with him. He opened the fridge, and the sandwich wasn't there. Confused, he looked around, and he saw Pinko Twink sitting at a table in the back of the room, happily munching on the sandwich Grug's girlfriend made for him, because, you know, he's a communist, everything belongs to everyone. Motherfucker saw Grug looking at him, and gave him a huge grin.

The room looked a bit like a school cafeteria, there was a bunch of tables all over the place. Grug made a grunting noise and started walking directly towards the twink, knocking tables and chairs that were in his way aside.

At this point, Pinko Twink, who was oblivious to any danger until then, finally realized he fucked up, and his eyes went wide in primal terror. It was too late to try and run. Grug stopped next to him, grunted again, and just grabbed him around the neck with one hand, lifted him up from the chair, and carried him outside as the twink desperately tried to get loose. I didn't see what happened afterwards, I felt like it wasn't the best idea to try and follow them, but I heard. "AAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" After a moment, Grug came back into the staff room like nothing happened, and asked me if I saw a sandwich vending machine anywhere nearby. That was the first thing he said throughout the entire incident.

I never saw Pinko Twink ever again after that.

Hahahah I met one of these faggots IRL once.

When I was 18 I had a part-time summer job as a security guard - nothing fancy, we mostly just stood around for insurance purposes. Anyway, I was assigned to a night shift at a furniture store that was just finishing construction, with a pretty wild assortment of other people.

One of those people was a dude who literally looked like his granddad was a silverback gorilla. Huge shoulders, no neck, bald head, scars, biceps the size of a normal person's thighs. Actual Grug IRL. He wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, but he was a pretty good natured fella, as long as you didn't piss him off. You didn't want to piss this guy off.

Another one was a self-proclaimed member of the Communist Youth (a commie org here - I'm from a post-commie country). It was this little shithead who looked about 13 and weighed maybe 60 kilos soaking wet. Noone liked him.

One night, early in the shift, Grug was hungry, so he went into the staff room where we kept out stuff to grab a sandwich he brought with him. He opened the fridge, and the sandwich wasn't there. Confused, he looked around, and he saw Pinko Twink sitting at a table in the back of the room, happily munching on the sandwich Grug's girlfriend made for him, because, you know, he's a communist, everything belongs to everyone. Motherfucker saw Grug looking at him, and gave him a huge grin.

The room looked a bit like a school cafeteria, there was a bunch of tables all over the place. Grug made a grunting noise and started walking directly towards the twink, knocking tables and chairs that were in his way aside.

At this point, Pinko Twink finally realized he fucked up, and his eyes went wide in primal terror. It was too late to try and run. Grug just grabbed him around the neck with one hand, lifted him up from the chair, and carried him outside as the twink desperately tried to get loose. I didn't see what happened afterwards, I felt like it wasn't the best idea to try and follow them, but I heard. "AAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" After a moment, Grug came back into the staff room like nothing happened, and asked me if I saw a sandwich vending machine anywhere nearby. That was the first thing he said throughout the entire incident.

I never saw Pinko Twink ever again after that.