so when I thought I was eating chicken at the restaurant owned by the gay guy he was really just an active recruiter?? :smack:
As I was eating dinner, I noticed the letters to the editor section in today’s paper carried the headline, “Get off gays’ backs”.
That one nearly made red wine shoot out my nose.
Well colour me smitten.
Damn, I’ve got smite all over the floor now. What I need is a screaming gay to clean it up for me, since they’re well known for being houseproud.
It sounds like they’re basing most of their “facts” off of Paul Cameron’s “research”.
Just be glad that you didn’t get the baby back ribs…
Can I get a housegay? I’m a terrible house cleaner.
Get off the gay man’s back and make some room for me!