Sometimes you get word that the local Westboro Baptist imitators are going to be out harassing people at the Pride Festival...
Sometimes you just have to go fuck with them...
Sometimes the preacher recognizes you and interrupts his sermon to direct his henchmen to watch you...
Sometimes southern rock calls and wants its outfits back...
Sometimes they try and grab people for doing the same thing they're doing...
Sometimes you get shoved by a preacher for interfering with that...
Sometimes you don't enjoy getting a taste of your own medicine...
Sometimes you really don't enjoy it...
Sometimes you just wonder about people...
Sometimes it's immensely gratifying to sing "Hey hey, goodbye!" and wish a happy pride to hateful assholes as they bugout...