"lol my gay what?" replies some stupid person. The audience bursts into laughter, laughter so loud that it shakes the very ground of the audience standing upon it. Up they run to the one who delivered this hilarious and not overused "joke" reply. They pick him up and carry him on their shoulders like you would do to royalty in some cultures. He has done it. He is the king of comedy. So kingly, in fact, that God himself opens up the heavens so that a beam of light shines upon him. From the hole in the sky fly angels, cantar beautiful songs. Songs that recount this glorious day. If you listen closely, even now, you can still hear them singing.
"gay?" i reply, confused. you call out to me once more. "Your gay!" it is too late. my gay has escaped. the majestic creature has developed thumbs, and has run back into the mighty jungle where the lion sleeps tonight. the círculo of life begins anew as i give you a hamburger. you take a bite out of it only to fall into the event horizon of a black hole and await your fate.
