Isn't it spelled "bois?"

Can't you make an exception about the deadline just this once?

That was boring. Granted, I had the sound off.

I wonder where they got those cans of Rize...

Nothing involving the "gays on Crystal" players could even remotely be described as a "quickie". They take a joke that isn't that funny to begin with, and drag it out until one wants to put one's head in the oven. That is, until one remembers that they have an electric oven. Then one just wants to lick the element socket.

Thank you, number 5. Sylvia, here we come.

Were they just acting? Those are my least favorite kind of gays. In fact, the cool gay guys I know HATE those kind of gays, all "girleen!" and "Mary" and talking in that nasal-y whine.

That was five minutes and 18 seconds too long.

i love people having a good time. who cares if you can't enjoy it.

Brevity is the soul of wit.

I don't hate any gays. Ironic and over the top, not too funny, but interesting. the float is cool.

don't hate the gays. A bit of irony and a little over the top. Not that funny. Maybe just a little more crystal next time? the float is awesome.

first one didnt send then it did, like my rearrangement?

Say "YES" to War on Iraq by Dan Savage Oct. 2002

"War may be bad for children and other living things, but there are times when peace is worse for children and other living things, and this is one of those times."

"The War on Iraq will make it clear to our friends and enemies in the Middle East (and elsewhere) that we mean business: Free your people, reform your societies, liberalize, and democratize... or we're going to come over there, remove you from power, free your people, and reform your societies for ourselves."

Washington Post June 27, 2008

"Bomb Kills Marines, Iraqi Tribal Leaders
At Least 40 Die in Two Separate Attacks"

Love the Float!

Though the camera operator could have done with a little less caffeine and crystal!

What am I saying-- ditsy dizzy camera movement, perfect for the subjects! Nevermind....

funniest thing ever

Watching those fay young things made me all wistful and nostalgic. Cue the music. . .

"When I was seventeen
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for small town girls
And soft summer nights
We'd hide from the lights
On the village green
When I was seventeen

"When I was twenty-one
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for city girls
Who lived up the stair
With all that perfumed hair
And it came undone
When I was twenty-one"