"You're Not Gay, Are You?"
A short guy about 60-ish with a beer belly and gray facial stubble was staring at me on the street this evening. When I turned to look him in the eye and ask him how I could help him, he stepped to me and initiate the following conversation:
"You look familiar, do you live around here?"
"I do."
"Do you ever go down to the village?"
"A little bit."
"Have you been to The Eagle?"
"No."
"You're not gay, are you?"
Labels: Gay
posted by Big Primpin' @ 9:03 PM
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5 Comments:
What was your answer?
That's pretty funny.
I said, "No, but my friend Jason is."
Was that dude one of those NYC pretty people you always rant about?
If it walks like a duck and talks like a duck. Well damn it Daffy, your gay! Big bone chics of the 80's rule.
How the hell did you know?
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