Just a shorty today.
* shows penis
This can also be considered another 'Conversation Piece' article.
During the 20-hour fun-filled stick-me-in-the-eye-with-a-knife road trip called 'my summer vacation'...
...my wife and I passed by a road sign that stuck out from all the others.
It was a sign for this place:
The Gaylord Rehabilitation Center
* blink
Aaaah....
The Gods of Unintentional Hilarity have shined upon us.
As we pass the sign...
...there is silence in the car.
An eerie silence.
But we know we're both thinking it.
That is...
Until my wife speaks up:
Wife: "You think that's where they go for treatment?"
And...bam!
There it is.
For the rest of the vacation we'd point out people who we thought...you know...
...needed 'treatment.'
Because, really....
No summer vacation is complete without a decent dose of homophobia.
I'm totally making that into a Hallmark Card.
(yep...one of mine)
Not that there's anything wrong with being homosexual.
Some of my best friends are gay *.
* that is a lie
If you want to send hate mail, get in line.
Line forms at the rear.
(I'll give you a minute with that one)
Yeah, I said it.
At the rear.
Come on...
You knew it was coming.
That's what he said.
I mean, she.
That's what SHE said.
Moog out.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
The Line for Treatment Starts at the Rear
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17 comments:
White belt, mid-air split . . . hilarious.
I have to wonder what type of "rehab" they have to go through. De-cox?
Coffee: Good point...so much for 'don't ask, don't tell.'
Chris: Well played, sir.
Well played.
Priceless!!! lol
Ok, I can't top Chris's comment. He wins.
I'm w/ Christina. How do you even compete w/ de-cox? It's the perfect comment. :)
Hahaha (The Demigoddess fell off her seat laughing).
Someone said being gay is in the genes. If so, no amount of therapy can cure it. Unless, you restructure their DNA, maybe....
Tired of the "short" pot shots and decided it was time to pick on the gay folk?
Honestly, stick to your kind.
@demigoddess
Totally, right? Being a lesbian is tough stuff. I didn't come out to my overly religious family and crush their souls because I got satisfaction out of it, lol. But it is funny as hell that there are actual "de-homo-fying camps" that supposedly work.
I had a friend that went to Exodus....twice....says it's the best sex she ever had.
well, that was my giggle for the evening....thank you Moog, knew I could count on you.
Tee: Actually, it's yours for $9.99.
I don't know what that means.
Christina: I know. De-cox.
It's almost it's own post, for chrissakes.
Kellie: Sometimes, it's just okay to throw in the comment towel.
Demi: It's in the genes? I thought it was in the jeans.
I mean, really...that's where all the naughty bits are.
MI: Maybe I AM sticking to my kind.
Wait.
* backspace backspace
I'd tell you the same thing, but I know you're still trying to figure out what kind you actually are.
Hint: research 'mammals'
BG: Did I leave my webcam on again?
Un[Censored]: YAY! I had no idea you were a lesbian. Or maybe I did.
No..I didn't...that shit stays in my mind forever.
* Booking trip to Exodus now...
Fawkes: It's why I here. That, plus I heard there's donuts today.
We once had a gay bar in town. A sign on the front said "entrance in rear"
No joke.
Fortunately, we only have one gay guy in town named Phil. His interior decorator salary just couldn't keep the bar open.
Pickle shaped card...enough said.
If only they would start those clinics for dumb people.
I don't really think they'd get anywhere with that, either, though.
So they make you run on a treadmill in reverse to reverse the gayness? Is that how it works?
Funny post. I seem to recall that Dubya was a cheerleader. Now I'm wondering if he wore a white belt while doing his splits?
Uhmmm....I say probably not because I'm sure the gay community wouldn't want him as a member of their exclusive club.
Cheers
Oh my God, that is too funny. Your post, not this comment. Which is clearly not funny at all.
Love your blog. Super awesome. Have to admit, my 3 year old made it funnier while as I'm reading the caption for the "outing" poster she's twirling behind me in her princess costume singsonging "I'm a queen." Yes, darling you are. And so is the split-jumping man pictured so hilariously in this awesome blog. Kudos.
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