Being Gay

Bart asked if I went fishing today.  I told him I caught a bass off of a mayfly I built.  He said, "You've gone completely gay on us."  I could hear Larry's boat gurgling in the background.  You know what.  I'm gay.  I admit it.  Sorry Kim.  This is difficult.  I like flyfishing because I like to hang my wrist that way.

Gosh, it feels so good to get this out in the open!

I'll try and not practice being gay, you know with all these hot masculine beer-drinking gas-guzzling pot-belly pot-smokin' butt-scratchin' hairy men around - it's going to be difficult to say the least.  I'll stay married and all that.  I'm a committed married man.  Just because I'm gay I'm not going to throw away my marriage.  Commitment will supersede my "tendencies".

I will grow garden veggies orgasmic-ally with my wife.  And I will hot-pinkify the Spoonbill!

Ohhh.... I can't wait for my painting class tomorrow!  I think I'll wear panties and nobody will know except the leaving viewers of this blog!

Oh Em Gee!