Mood:
mischieviousTopic: Out of my mind
You know that silly joke, the one about how when you corrupt, er I mean convert, someone to homersexuality you get a toaster oven? True. No, really it is, for the most part.
See, only the lesbianese get those. It's all a part of how they're entirely too mannish to make a proper chi-chi breakfast and they need something to heat up their butch little bagels and whatnot in. The fags, seeing as how we're all too queeny to get our hands dirty, get a mechanic.
Mine finally got here. You'd think they would have been on top of this, but apparently things have been backed up at the Homo Depot. (Formerly based in Hawaii but now with a branch in Vermont.) Poor guy must have been in the dead letter office for a while, and he's starting to smell. I feel kinda bad for him. And from what I can tell he might have been cute too. He's got those porno mechanic coveralls on, with a name patch that says Chad. (Because you know in a gay porn there has to be someone named Chad.)
I'm just going to assume he doesn't have underwear on. I can't bring myself to check - that's entirely too nasty. I don't know where to bury him, and I know they're not going to send a replacement.
