I was watching this special about Whitney Houston on T.V. and she had gone to Israel with her husband, Bobby Brown, to partake in a ceremony honouring black Hebrews. Garbed in Israeli attire, she was getting ready to board the plane back to America and yelled, "I LOVE ISRAEL--IT'S MY LAND!"

Me: O_O *laughs fucking ass off*

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FWPzxVMQU8g&NR

This is hilarious.

ok, so this is totally random, but when i logged in, the little google adsense thing said "queers in history" and i totally thought of the whole muppets thing that used to be on tv, that'd be like "pigs in space" and was just imagining a parody with queers instead. granted, the pigs in space things was a parody too. and now that i'm remembering most of you are like what, 13? 16?

Well, It's been like a week right? You'll understand why I haven't posted for a week if you read what happened. =3

GENTLEMEN, IT'S TIME FOR YOUR ANNUAL "AM I GAY?" SELF EXAMINATION

1. If you are over forty, and you have a washboard stomach, you are gay. It means you haven't sucked back enough beer with the boys and have spent the rest of your free time doing sit-ups, aerobics, and doing the Oprah diet.

Most of the forum topics seem to be so serious lately so I thought I would post something to try and lift the mood. It is the holiday season after all guys! =]
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The Schitt Story

For sometime many of us have wondered just who is Jack Schitt? We find ourselves at a loss when someone says, "You don't know Jack Schitt!" Well, thanks to my genealogy efforts, you can now respond in an in intellectual way.

Welllllll, I went ice skating on Friday, and I had SO much fun. Not to mention that during school, my crush (who I will call Alex) came up to me and held my hands and gave me a hug and said that she couldn't wait to go. She was the one who invited me in the first place. (Perhaps I have a chance?) I couldn't concentrate for the rest of the day. I think my parents were worried at the way I kept pacing around and fussing with my clothes.

I am doing some work for school, and I come across this letter (reprinted in an autobiography) which I found fun to read and wanted to share with you: I deleted a few words to conceal the topic she is writing about, but I'll reveal it at the end of the post. It is written by an upper-class woman in England.