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Friday, February 16, 2007

Not Gay


Ohh! How horrid! He is sooo not gay. Just look at those perfectly awful plaid shorts. And the untucked, solid pink dress shirt...with the cuffs rolled up?! puh-LEEZ, darling! Call the fashion police! (And tell them to send that cute indian, as well... and the gorgeous construction worker...Oh! I feel faint!)

(P.S. - Don't even think about it, smart boys. I'll rip your tongue out through your anal passage -- and yes, that includes you as well, Vance.)

posted by Jar(egg)head at 07:56

4 Comments:

Blogger Fundy said...

This fashion critique from an individual who dressed (yes I personally witnessed the apparel) in jeans that a razor blade had been used to cut vertical slits the length of the pant legs (think Bon Jovi) and a big white puffy shirt (think pirate) if I remember correctly there was also an ear ring involved with said outfit, but I can not remember which ear at the time. Of course this is very important since we all remember depending upon which ear was a sign in your sexual orientation. Must be repressed memories on my behalf to protect the innocent or I was following the do not ask policy of the military. roflao.

11:53  
Blogger Jar(egg)head said...

Oh yeah? Well, that tall chick you were dancing with at the Red Lion that same night was a MAN, baby!

"Can't Touch This" indeed...

=oP

12:03  
Blogger Fundy said...

It would appear that memory is also suppressed. And do I depict jealousy in my dancing abilities still? lol

13:07  
Blogger Jar(egg)head said...

Bah! Dancing, smancing. While you were out there prancing around like a ballerina, I merely sat and waited, allowing potential partners to gaze upon my magnificence.

Alas, few could work up the courage to approach me. ::sigh:: Such is the price I must pay for the incredible allure I present to the opposite sex.

Fear not: it is normal for you to have feelings of inferiority in the presence of such glorious radiance. I suppose it is therefore natural that you'd choose to remain near me. (Well... that and the fact that without an extra set of hands to work the battery in the back seat of the Bug, we'd never have gotten back over the Koolau Range after we struck out.)

=oP

13:33  

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