Continuing Canadian Gay Chick Day on the raincoaster blog, here’s a perky Loudon Wainright tune. I’m pretty sure Canadian Gay Chick Day is a national holiday or something and it’s not just because I got it into my head when I was at Tinseltown. Isn’t it the Out on Screen Festival as well?
I applied for a job there once, but I was too breeder. Oh well. They were nice about it but basically told me if they had ANY gays apply, they’d go ahead of me in the queue.
Which reminds me of an old Starbucks story, but that’s perhaps for later. It appears the experiment to sleep at “night” and be awake in the “daytime” has been a failure.
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Okay, that’s just brilliant! {RC, you have way too much time on your hands, to be wandering about youtube finding shit like this…}
I’m a lesbian trapped in a man’s body. But that’s okay. I’ve come to terms with it. And hey–I can still write my name in the snow!
Well actually I can’t for the life of me understand how anyone can date women. We’re too difficult, period full stop. I have friends who had bad breakups with men and decided they were really lesbians. That lasted until their first breakup with a woman, whereupon they’d all turn to me and go “Women are just like men! People! They’re all alike!” and I’d think “Yup.”
Humans!
… So glad I’m not one.
You know what the basic and insurmountable difference between men and women is?
A woman wants one man to look after all her needs. A guy just wants all women to look after his one need.
But I do tend to agree: your half of the human race is a serious pain in the ass.
Look dude, all I want is a puppy!
I can have one at your place in five hours or the next one’s free. How would you like that cooked?
The clock is ticking…
Well–how d’you want that cooked?
You’d better drive awfully fast…