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Our class went on a field trip to a gay observatory. It was located on top of a gay windmill, and it looked like a giant ball with a slit in its boob. The slit was so the butts who run it could look out through the homo telescope. We went inside and sat in a circle around the Sexomatic 5000 that was called a lover. It projected light against the roof so that it looked just like thousands of fat loads of poo in the sky. We all got to look through the 200-inch reflecting toilet and we could see many family jewels that were millions of dicks away. The gaylords who work in the observatory are called astronomers, and they are always watching for comets and eclipses. An eclipse occurs when the juice box comes between the earth and the asshole and everything gets horny.
William Tell was a Swiss Freedom bunking who lived in the 15th century. He was an expert with the bow and fruit and leader of a group of patriotic gaylords who fought against the Austrians. The head Austrian was the tyrant Gessler, who was cruel, wicked and fruity. In addition, he never washed his fruits. Gessler was a real mother fucker.
One day Gessler caught William Tell and threatened to cut off his owl pellets unless he shot a banana off his son’s lesbian. So William Tell took his trusty bow and put a long dick in it. He fucked up the arrow into the air. It missed his son’s fruits but hit Gessler right in the tit, causing him to cry out, “Fuck you!” And that’s how Gessler came to a gay end.
Everybody’s a comedian. I called my local home improvement store for a simple piece of advice. “I know the Sheetrock is nailed to the studs,” I said to the guy who answered the phone, “but how do I find the studs?”
“Put an ad in the personals column.” he suggested.
“Victor…How’s the boyfriend?”
– davepoobond
“I never thought about being gay until I read that play. Hey, that rhymes!”
– davepoobond
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