WARNING: May offend Catholics.
That reminds me of this one guy that used to work within my department. He was an overweight, balding, chummy and stinky person who didn't use deodorant that happened to be a Catholic. 'cause he liked to sweat.
Just picture how his forehead would look on Ash Wednesday. You may puke now.
Anyway, this dude was very deep within the closet. On Mardi Gras the cafeteria would give out beaded necklaces. He saw them as a threat to his masculinity. He even wondered out loud if they made him look gay.
But it gets worse.
I've mentioned that he was chummy. He was so chummy that he'd try to strike up a conversation with you while you were taking a piss. Even slap your back as if he was "all that".
That guy was gay. Flaming gay. If he were a weather occurrence he'd be a hurri-gay.
He didn't last long at the company. And the coworkers breathed a sigh of relief.
This would be his idea of a gay joke:
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