You may want to check your back pocket.
Sometimes I like to think that all of this sound and fury that we’ve been hearing lately is nothing more than the death rattle of homophobia. Then again, sometimes I like to think that I’m Batman.
It is common knowledge that homosexuality is a sexually transmitted disease. If you don’t want to catch it, just don’t have sex with people of your own gender.
Or some such.
How long will it be before she’s found in an airport restroom, playing footsie with someone?
It really is a lot of pressure being the biggest threat to the US and western civilization. Can’t they pick someone else for a while? All of this downfall bringing, culture destroying and marriage ruining gets exhausting.
Hippies did our bit, now its your turn!
There was that scene from Cruising with Al Pacino and the yellow hankie, but it wasn’t anywhere near as hysterical as the scene with the giant black man in the jock strap.
Wait a sec, didn’t we have this ‘argument’ recently?
Not to mention the 9/11 attack-bringing-down-on-our-heads and the Hurricane-Katrina-making. You guys are doing a lot of heavy lifting for a buncha poofs. 
Dunno. Did you lose?
Of course not. Old man. 
Well, if my track record for playing “Civilization” is anything to go by, I could take over for a while.
Fabulous. I nominate Trion for greatest threat.
Now I’m off to the gym, then a cocktail and after that shopping!
Clean livin’, son, clean livin’.
Once again, bisexuals cruelly overlooked. We have plans too, you know! Look! Blueprints and everything! Don’t we deserve to be called on it?
Ah, never mind. shuffles off
Shhh! You’ll give us away! We’re never going to get our infiltration of both sides done with you calling attention to us like this.
What’s the hanky color for that?
Black, with two corners pulled up into ears…
Well, heck, there’s an easy way to reduce those urges in the gay population.
Enact gay marriage.
Yeah! That’ll teach 'em!
Shit, you ain’t lyin’! 
Note to self: Your name is *not * Adonis. For a reason. Therefore, don’t send nude self-pics to prospective lays, even though they seem really interested ('cause they’ve seen you with your clothes ON and think they really know what’s going on underneath) and they ask for them. Oh, and because you’re a little exhibitionist freak. Perhaps it’s better just to be coy and hold *some * cards close to your chest.