True indeed! We live in Chelsea the positive epicenter of joy when the gay-marriage bill passed. Our best chums down the hall got engaged immediately and so I imagine that this staid old hetero couple will be off to lots of wonderfully cheery nuptuals this fall.....
How lovely to have a very small farm in Wales. Mine will be in Morocco and have a donkey and ducks. England is too damn wet.
Nice turn around. I found out that a gay German friend of mine had had an affair with an English girlfriend of mine, and I ribbed him about it later. "And why not?!" he exclaimed, "I am quite capable of sleeping with women!" Sadly, there were no straight offspring.
LOL Love it!!! I'm here John...just been preoccupied here at home with the heat wave and summer. It's all I can do to keep up with the watering! Thanks for the reminder that I've been gone a while....now I'll have fun catching up ;) Hope you have a wonderful Friday and weekend! Maura :)
The gay offspring has always come from nowhere, has nothing to do with the parents and has 'chosen' his/her lifestyle. That's what Judgement Day says, isn't it?
the whole "gay marriage is like marrying your dog" rebuttle always irritates me. I mean, how is two humans marrying related to marrying your dog? Are they so radically lost they beleive god made all creatures equal? I don't get it.
True indeed!
ReplyDeleteWe live in Chelsea the positive epicenter of joy when the gay-marriage bill passed. Our best chums down the hall got engaged immediately and so I imagine that this staid old hetero couple will be off to lots of wonderfully cheery nuptuals this fall.....
How lovely to have a very small farm in Wales.
Mine will be in Morocco and have a donkey and ducks.
England is too damn wet.
Good sign!
ReplyDeleteI knew it was my Mom's fault. m.
ReplyDeleteLove it
ReplyDeleteI believe that everybody should have the opportunity to get divorced.
ReplyDeleteNice turn around. I found out that a gay German friend of mine had had an affair with an English girlfriend of mine, and I ribbed him about it later. "And why not?!" he exclaimed, "I am quite capable of sleeping with women!" Sadly, there were no straight offspring.
ReplyDeletehow VERY german of him!
ReplyDeletelol
Hahahahahhhahahahaha!
ReplyDeleteFinally something they're not blaming the politicians for!
ReplyDeleteThat one's been going around on Facebook lately. I love it :D
ReplyDeleteThat's not all that's been going around on Facebook!
ReplyDeleteLOL Love it!!! I'm here John...just been preoccupied here at home with the heat wave and summer. It's all I can do to keep up with the watering! Thanks for the reminder that I've been gone a while....now I'll have fun catching up ;) Hope you have a wonderful Friday and weekend!
ReplyDeleteMaura :)
Cute!
ReplyDeleteThe gay offspring has always come from nowhere, has nothing to do with the parents and has 'chosen' his/her lifestyle. That's what Judgement Day says, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteI think my dog's gay.
ReplyDeletethe whole "gay marriage is like marrying your dog" rebuttle always irritates me. I mean, how is two humans marrying related to marrying your dog? Are they so radically lost they beleive god made all creatures equal? I don't get it.
ReplyDeleteSomething you and I will never be in danger of being guilty of I think John (no turkey baster jokes please).
ReplyDeleteI sometimes wonder if there are any straight folk around at all!?
ReplyDeleteI've had a colonoscopy John, I KNOW I'm not gay!
Chris...
ReplyDeletewords fail me.............
boy was I in need of spirits lifting this morning, and John, you've just done it.
ReplyDeleteLove the sign, love the comments.
That reminds me of a snapshot of a bumper sticker a friend of mine shared in one of her facebook albums:
ReplyDelete"I don't mind straight people as long as they act gay in public."
megan
I loved the sign, which I hadn't seen before, and I've posted it on my Facebook page.
ReplyDeleteTouche!
ReplyDeleteHahahaha! Too true! Btw, i have discovered that my hen Cupcake is bi. Who knew chickens had such exciting sex lives?
ReplyDeleteWicked!
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