“But you’re gay… why do you like sailing and WWE?”
“Well, I feel like both of those are pretty gay considering the reputation the Navy has and WWE being all sweaty men.”
“EXPLAIN FIREARMS THEN.”
“Shooty go pew.”
“WHAT ARE YOU?!”
“Hungry.”
Based off of a real conversation I’ve had.
My late brother used to love to bust my balls, so him being the person he was, would introduce me (us) as “he’s the gayest straight man you’ll ever meet, and I’m the straightest gay man you’ll ever meet”. He wasn’t flamboyant or anything, and I do enjoy antiques and musicals. He also threatened to haunt my left testicle if I kept having raucous sex without bringing someone home for him. Anyway, thanks for reading. I miss that big, proud asshole.
Now I miss him too <3 I’m sorry buddy
I feel like you and I would probably have a lot of good conversations. I don’t say that to many people. Thank you for everything you post here, it’s part of what keeps me going buddy.
I’m sorry bro. But I must ask. If he haunting your left ball now?
No, thankfully I could see where his humor was coming from. He was quite lonely after we moved to a rural republican area. So I made it a point to not bring girls home for noisy one night stands, and to spend more time with him and our mutual friends. Getting married and having kids probably helped me settle down. I’m very sad he doesn’t get to meet his youngest nephew.
Eta: I did laugh at the question, that’s why I like to tell these stories.