::wiping tears of laughter from eyes:: Ditto!
Okay, I vote for a National Straight Dope convention…just so I can personally shake the hand of everyone who posted in this thread…
Damn, I don’t need to be laughing so early in the morning…and before coffee, even!!
Oooohhh!
Couldn’t tell you. It’s just unbelievably hella awesome. Loved it for a long time. Also, I was born fifteen years to the day after it was inaugurated. It must be fate. 
I must go to Montréal someday soon. Perhaps (hopes) I could even get the special matt_mcl guided tour of the lovely lovely metro.
By all means. However, the entrance fee is one potter. Please be sure to bring him with you when you come as potters are not convertible currency at most banks in Canada.
One potter?
Which kind? The “Harry Potter” type, or the freaky cannabis-imbibing type?
I may be able to scrounge up a few of the latter…
Before I visit, though, I wanna know: why are all of these people so gay? What could make them all so happy? I’m vaguely suspicious…
I learn plenty every time I read this message board!
Here in Montreal, we make them wear identifying tags, though we tell them it’s “body piercing”.
Keep it quiet, though. We don’t want to upset them.
Is it true that they’re more afraid of us than we are of them?
Absolutely. I tried to lure one once, using a 12" of Dancing Queen. It spat at me, then ran away screaming.
It may have been a wounded one, I don’t know.
In their native habitat, they’re totally fearless. You don’t know terror until you’ve been fled before a charging herd of free-range homosexuals.
But whatever you do, don’t take a flash photograph.
For me, an appalling lack of fashion sense serves as a fairly good deterrent.
Why have I never seen any of this on Wild Kingdom? Should I be looking for Wild Queendom instead?
Now what I’m gonna do is… sneak up behind him and jam my finger up his butthole…
What I find fascinating is the elaborate and inspirational mating dance of the homosexual.
They approach their target smiling, place a hand on their shoulder, then kiss each of their cheeks and, in their own language mind you, squeal with delight at the plummage of their prospective mate.
What follows is a close, erotic dance to “Blue Savannah” by Erasure, two dirty martinis and an invitation to the aggressors apartment to watch the DVD of Moulin Rouge.
It’s fascinating.
The white men, on the other hand, only wanted the hump.
“Been fled”?!?!?!
:smack:
(sounds of violence, screams of a tormented proofreader)
Is this on Threadspotting yet? I love you all.
[sub]It’s nominated, not to worry.[/sub]
I am somewhat apalled that you all oversee the real issues here. I mean, we can all to an extent agree. Some governments opt for free range homosexuals, whereas others devote villages to them, or design dedicated reserves. As long as the homosexual is treated humanely, that’s all cool.
What REALLY gets to me though, is when people go on holiday to some foreign country, and then locally purchase an often endangered homosexual to take it home with them. Oh, sure, they look cute in the shop, don’t they? Perky little homosexual, wearing a boa. It’s a sell! Then they take it home, and dress it up in a stupid little suit, and make the homosexual perform dumb tricks.
And then the novelty wears off, and the lonely homosexual spends its days in much too tiny cage, dreaming of faraway places and Broadway musicals.
This is a fucking atrocity, and it must be stopped.
Contact your congressman today to ask him on the status of the No To Import-Queens bill.