Tonight I am leaving for the weekend to go on a ski trip with the gay cheerleading squad. I have not been skiing in over twenty years, and I was terrible at it even then. Apparently, though, everybody else on the squad is in more or less the same position, which makes me feel better.
Picture it: a bunch of fags screaming in terror as they stumble down the bunny slope.
In my absence, this man and his dog will be guest blogging for me.
I’ll return Monday. I hope my limbs will be intact. I’m certain my dignity won’t.