There was a story on the news about vermin in a restaurant. As part of the story, the film loop showed the menu of the place, which had listed “Soylent Green Omelet” (okay, harharhar) and then a “GBLT”. I only caught a quick glimpse of the dish description underneath, which clearly said “. . .gay bacon lettuce tomato. . .”
I’ve wracked my brain, but can’t even come up with a decent joke about it, unless we’re talking condiments.
If I was running that restaurant, my Gay BLT would be a sandwich made out of lettuce, tomato, and bologna.
Customer: What the fuck, there’s no bacon in this sandwich!
Me: Yep, I know.
Customer: Is this bologna? Why the hell is there bologna in a BLT? Bologna tastes nothing like bacon!
Me: Exactly.
Customer: So why do you call it a BLT?
Me: See the menu? It says: Gay BLT.
Customer: So what?
Me: Doesn’t it feel like you just got f-ed in the a-?
Customer: Well…
Me: …prison style…
Shouldn’t there be a tossed salad in here somewhere? Peanut butter? Jelly? Syrup? All of these are fine condiments on certain sammiches. Especially when dusted with magical fairy anal nodules.
I’ve always wondered why the G and L have suddenly become transposed. I was always taught it was LGBT. Are there not some overzealous women’s rights groups that are upset?