As I noted earlier, a common misconception about gay men is that our conversations make the Algonquin Round Table look like a frat kegger. If only. Back when I came out*, people considered it the height of wit to screech, "Oh, please, Louise" as the rejoinder to everything. Now, we just speak in pop-culture-generated catchphrases. There is probably a gay section of hell where the demons answer everything with "Take the red pill, Mary."
*I heard someone say something about riding dinosaurs to gay bars. Stop that right now!
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