This is too funny:
(and I swear I did not see the story before I chose the words)
Margaret Cho's Love Matt finished packing. Ever since Jarico, his own true love, had been lost at sea, Matt had been spongy.
There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing stroked him, all was not-so-fresh. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going via the aquaduct to become a fragrant nail clipper.
Just then, there was a skanky knock at the door. Matt opened it and stood there brazenly for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his pinky.
When Matt came to, Jarico was holding his earlobe and looking gassy. "My love," Jarico said incredulously, "I'm sorry for the lip-smacking shock. I've been shipwrecked on a long-forgotten island for the last ten years, living like Roseann at a Hostess snack cake factory. I was only rescued last week." He paused. "I lost my kneecap in the wreck. Can you still love me?"
Matt could hardly believe his Jarico had returned. "I will always love you, kneecap or no kneecap. Besides, you can cover it up with a rolodex."
They embraced dramatically and vowed to never be parted again.
And all was gay.
"What can you expect from a bunch of seitan worshippers?" - Reginald Tresilian
Updated On: 9/23/04 at 10:43 AM