I don't care what anyone else says: I heart you. This is the reason we keep you around.

No homo!

Embrace the fact that you've made Cheetos sexy. I'm considering covering myself in Cheeto dust the next time you're in town.

Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd there goes whatever I was thinking about before the image of Plan9 licking cheeto dust off of jazz was forcibly inserted into my mind.

Thanks, thanks a lot. It's going to be weeks before I can get that orange sented, man-love image out of my head.

You're all homos.

I love it when a plan comes together.

I love the smell of homo in the morning. Smells like victory (and gay man love (Which reminds me gucci and jazz for some reason)).

Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd here it is folks. The circle is now complete. We went from "I make gay jokes at work", to "Don't make gay jokes, you are dumb", to "You guys are gay for thinking that guys are not going to make gay jokes". It always ends with a joke about a dick.

Because the thread is thoroughly jacked at this point, here's a strange 10-second ad jingle for Cheetos.

Paul & Storm - Cheetos

The gay jokes my friends make are funny more often than not, even if crudely, and give no sign of viciousness. That's all I require.

I'm more offended by the constant equivalence of homophobic=bigoted=antigay=gay=theslightestbitagainstsomeformofgayrights. That strikes me as far more stupid and juvenile.