Is my sailboat gay?
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RG,
Ya know, sometimes I think you're gay. But I base that only on your color preference big boy!!
CR
Ya know, sometimes I think you're gay. But I base that only on your color preference big boy!!
CR
Parts of a flag
The extra gromets on the hoist are to accommodate the level of sobriety?
The extra gromets on the hoist are to accommodate the level of sobriety?
Pure humor intended... Most gay guys I know have a good sense of humor about it.
I've got a buddy that is queer'er than a 3 dollar bill that has a brutal sense of humor. I showed him this thread and he died laughing... especially at the uptight ones in here.
Lighten up fella's it's just a sail!
Besides if it's under weigh it's not gay! Navy motto!
My wife and I have some friends that have been a couple for over 30 years. Not sure if they are married. Tony is a retired Broadway actor and as flamboyant as any man or woman gets. One night we were all having dinner and talking about Miami. I said I love the night life in Miami, it is very festive. I do not really care for the meat markets though. I had no sooner spoke the last syllable before Tony very matter of fact said......I find the meat markets in Miami to be very festive. We all lost it. Wicked sense of humor and turns a phrase so fast. His comedic timing is brilliant.
I think he would love this thread, for the humor and the over the top PC police walking the internet beat.
In my first job out of school, one of the partners was openly gay. At one point, I was seeking pledges for a fundraiser, and went around to the people in the office. I was in the partner's office having gotten a pledge when his secretary, female, walked in. She said to him, "Oh you pledged to? He practically got down on his knees to get me to pledge." He said to me, "Well if you had gotten down on your knees for me, I'd have pledged a lot more!!" We all had a great laugh.
As I think someone else on this forum said once, "Even a dog knows when he's being kicked or tripped over."
As I think someone else on this forum said once, "Even a dog knows when he's being kicked or tripped over."
I've seen more flags flying in Texas than any other state I've visited. It is never the US Ensign 
Oooo. One last funny but true story. While serving aboard the USAV LTC John U.D. Page back in the mid 70s we were tasked with transporting a truck unit from Massachusetts to Mobile, Alabama. Upon arrival, myself and the third mate, a Greek immigrant) decided to enjoy the local gentry and imbibe on an adult beverage. Arriving at a little place named Cafe Society we were proofed. Displaying our military ID cards we entered. Holy smoke we had hit the jackpot. Women were packed in and seemed to be unescorted by a male companion. No doubt we had somehow died and gone to heaven. Sitting down to enjoy our beverages I noticed the gals were a bit closer to each other than I would have suspected. Friendly folks down here I thought. Continuing to assess our good fortune I noticed impassioned embraces and some really familiar kisses being exchanged. My holy smoke turned to holy crimp as the dim bulb lit to brilliance. Remember at this time alternative orientation would result in a DD. Informing Vasilios that we needed to go he wanted to remain and further investigate the 'nature' of this establishment. One woman in particular was most gracious in explaining that this was a gay bar. Still flumoxed he continued with his inquiries as I implored him to flee. I was beginning to suspect we would be lucky to exit in a living state yet all were extremely pleasant and patient with my somewhat inquisitive friend. Once satisfied he agreed to go and we never spoke of it again.
25,
That's too funny man & made me think of a somewhat similar experience in my teens.
We had just graduated high school & a friend had an uncle that lived in Atlantic City.
He invited the three of us to come spend the weekend on New York Avenue's club strip. This was a street full of clubs on both sides..
I not sure, but the first club I think it was called The Pit. As we entered, it was a darkened setting thru a narrow hallway; the music was thumping. Reaching the darkened main room when suddenly bright stage lights flooded the room. With looks on our faces like 3 deer-in-the-headlights, discovered we had walked into nude male review, complete with only colorful feathered boas worn by the dancers. Exit, stage left.
Saving us, there was a dance club across the street called The Pussycat. The music wafted out into the street & sounded great. In we three went. I remember looking around at all the eye candy, I commented I had never seen a club with soo many cute women. We got a table at the dance floor's edge for planning our attack.
I kept making eye contact with this cute little girl & made my move. My pack-mates had my back. I asked her if she would like to dance & off we went. What luck, the very next song was a slow Marvin Gaye number & we transitioned into a slow embrace.
Thirty seconds later, I felt a second woman snuggle up close to my back. This was too cool I thought, my plan for conquest was in full swing. Suddenly, a vice-gripping hand locked onto my crotch, her other hand around my throat as she whispered in my ear, "This is not a club for men, if you don't want to lose it, you boys need to leave NOW"!
Well, I was kinda caught in her grip so to speak & softly with fear in my voice said in a child's tone, "OK". Now, with a gate of shame, I silently walked back to my wingmen who upon witnessing my death grip, were laughing their butts off. We left knowing we were not made for the New York Avenue nightlife. Thinking back, I know the women knew we were trying to separate our victims from the herd & planned this to teach us a lesson. I still laugh about it to this day.
On a side note, I later discovered the following morning that one of my pack-mates snuck back to The Pit. We never spoke a word about his transgression.
True Story, The End.
CR
That's too funny man & made me think of a somewhat similar experience in my teens.
We had just graduated high school & a friend had an uncle that lived in Atlantic City.
He invited the three of us to come spend the weekend on New York Avenue's club strip. This was a street full of clubs on both sides..
I not sure, but the first club I think it was called The Pit. As we entered, it was a darkened setting thru a narrow hallway; the music was thumping. Reaching the darkened main room when suddenly bright stage lights flooded the room. With looks on our faces like 3 deer-in-the-headlights, discovered we had walked into nude male review, complete with only colorful feathered boas worn by the dancers. Exit, stage left.
Saving us, there was a dance club across the street called The Pussycat. The music wafted out into the street & sounded great. In we three went. I remember looking around at all the eye candy, I commented I had never seen a club with soo many cute women. We got a table at the dance floor's edge for planning our attack.
I kept making eye contact with this cute little girl & made my move. My pack-mates had my back. I asked her if she would like to dance & off we went. What luck, the very next song was a slow Marvin Gaye number & we transitioned into a slow embrace.
Thirty seconds later, I felt a second woman snuggle up close to my back. This was too cool I thought, my plan for conquest was in full swing. Suddenly, a vice-gripping hand locked onto my crotch, her other hand around my throat as she whispered in my ear, "This is not a club for men, if you don't want to lose it, you boys need to leave NOW"!
Well, I was kinda caught in her grip so to speak & softly with fear in my voice said in a child's tone, "OK". Now, with a gate of shame, I silently walked back to my wingmen who upon witnessing my death grip, were laughing their butts off. We left knowing we were not made for the New York Avenue nightlife. Thinking back, I know the women knew we were trying to separate our victims from the herd & planned this to teach us a lesson. I still laugh about it to this day.
On a side note, I later discovered the following morning that one of my pack-mates snuck back to The Pit. We never spoke a word about his transgression.
True Story, The End.
CR