"lol my gay what?" replies some stupid person. The audience bursts into laughter, laughter so loud that it shakes the very ground of the audience standing upon it. Up they run to the one who delivered this hilarious and not overused "joke" reply. They pick him up and carry him on their shoulders like 당신 would do to royalty in some cultures. He has done it. He is the king of comedy. So kingly, in fact, that God himself opens up the heavens so that a beam of light shines upon him. From the hole in the sky fly angels, 노래 beautiful songs. Songs that recount this glorious day. If 당신 listen closely, even now, 당신 can still hear them singing.
"gay?" i reply, confused. 당신 call out to me once more. "Your gay!" it is too late. my gay has escaped. the majestic creature has developed thumbs, and has run back into the mighty jungle where the lion sleeps tonight. the 원, 동그라미 of life begins anew as i give 당신 a hamburger. 당신 take a bite out of it only to fall into the event horizon of a black hole and await your fate.
