A bedtime story for Ferr, about sucking fags:
When I was 13 in middle school I thought I was hot shite with my purple eyeshadow, feather earrings, and a lumberjacket covered in punk rock pins (curiously, one said
"If it ain't flaccid it ain't worth a suck" -- which never made sense to me lol), I used to go to a little Japanese-owned fish n chips shop for lunch with the other cool kids, smoking all the way. We always got chips with gravy, in a takeaway box wrapped in newspaper.
One day we were waiting for our chips. There was an "Open / Closed" sign hanging in the window and I was bored, so I turned it around to look at both sides. I accidentally left it turned around so it said "Closed" facing the street. Honestly, no mischief on my part!
The man noticed I'd turned it around and charged at me from behind the counter yelling "YOU FOOKING BEECH!!" as I ran out the shop and he chased me down the laneway.
I still miss those chips but I never went back there. He closed shop years later and moved to a different shop where there was a sign in the window that said "Try our coleslaw. It's different!" which is now a catchphrase at my house.
Different coleslaw, anyone?
Are you saying ‘Different coleslaw, anyone?’ is code in your house for ‘You Fookin Beech’?
As for the badge I remember one like this but appears to have a different meaning