I was walking home last night with some flowers (for Joey) in one hand and big container of plain yogurt (we’ve been recently fond of mixing plain yogurt and honey) in the other. Yes, I know, it was an odd pair of objects to be holding.

Two gay guys were standing at the door to the apartment complex when I walked up. I had a feeling that this was going to be funny.

Gay Guy #1: Are you sure this is the right place?
Gay Guy #2: Yeah, I think so. It certainly smells gay.
Me: Uh, well, I think that’s from my flowers.
Gay Guy #1: But you’re straight.
Me: Yes, I am.
Gay Guy #1: (Looks at the yogurt in my other hand) What’s that?
Me: Some plain yogurt.
Gay Guy #2: Now *that’s* gay.
Me: Actually, yes, I admit, that is sort of gay.

We all laughed.