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My old coworker emailed this to me and I thought I would share. Not because it says I should, but because I think all of us are guilty of one or more of these hahaha.

Am I Gay?' Male Self Examination Quiz

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.

2. If you have a cat, you are a Flaaaaming homo. A cat is like a dog,
but gay -- it grooms itself constantly but never scratches itself, has
a delicate touch except when it uses its nails, and whines to be fed.
And just think about how you call a dog... 'Killer, come here! I said get
your
ass over here, Killer!' Now think about how you call a cat...'Bun-bun,
come to daddy, snookums!' Jeeezus, you're fit to be framed, you're so gay.

3. If you suck on lollipops, Ring-Pops, baby pacifiers, or any such
nonsense, rest assured, you are a Gaylord. A straight man only sucks
on bar-B-que ribs, crab claws, raw oysters, crawfish guts, pickled pigs
feet, or tits. Anything else and you are in training and undeniably a fag.

4. If you refuse to take a dump in a public bathroom or piss in a
parking lot, you crave a deep homosexual relationship. A man's world
is his bathroom; he defecates and urinates where he pleases.

5. If you drink anything other than regular coffee. A straight
man will never be heard ordering a 'Decaf Soy Latte'. If you've put a
Decaf Soy Latte to your lips, you've had a man there, too.

6. If you know more than six names of non-standard colors or
four different types of dessert other than ice cream and pie, you might as
well be handing out free ass passes. A real man doesn't have memory space
in his brain to remember all of that crap. If you can pick out chartreuse
oryou know what a 'fressier' is, you're gay. And if you can name ANY type of
textile other than cotton or denim, you are faggadocious.

7. If you drive with both hands on the wheel, forget it, you're dying
to tune a meat whistle. A man only puts both hands on the wheel to
honk at a slow-ass driver or to cut the jerk off. The rest of the time he
needs
that hand to change the radio station, eat a hamburger, or hold his beer.

8 . If you do not send this off to all the males on your e-mail list
because you are afraid of hurting their feelings then you are
definitely on the verge on being a fudgepacker.
 
I have a new game. It's called "Hide And Seek Buddy".

You go in the basement, and before Buddy can follow you down there, hide around the corner near the mini fridge. He runs right past you, looks around all confused, then lays down. Wait a minute, then whisper "Buddy" and he'll start looking all over again, then he will get up and walk under the computer, then into the other half of the basement. At this point, you can throw a beer cap across the room to get his attention over there. Keep going until he finds you or you start laughing and give up your position. This game only works for 2 players. I've done it 3 times now.
 
This is pretty random... I think there is some kind of infestation in my garage...

Mike came over to get some of his shit, and he heard this noise coming from the ceiling. At first I thought it was the cat eating on the other side of the wall, but no, god forbid something that easy would happen to me. There's like this crunching scurrying sound coming from the ceiling. Like there's a billion ants up there. Every time Chuck drums, eggs and / or bugs fall outta there.

I wonder why? I mean, we got the tiles from a field, and they were sitting there for 3 years... yay.

Also - anyone who practiced in my garage will remember this bullshit...

"Don't leave any food or food trash or soda cans laying around in here... I don't want bugs..." - my mom.

So guess what's in the garage 24 / 7?

A big ass bowl of dry cat food, and 2 dishes of wet cat food. What the fuck? Are you kidding me?

Like that douche at the end of Ultimate Mortal Kombat 3 says... "YOU WILL NEVER WIN!!!"
 
This is pretty random... I think there is some kind of infestation in my garage...

Mike came over to get some of his shit, and he heard this noise coming from the ceiling. At first I thought it was the cat eating on the other side of the wall, but no, god forbid something that easy would happen to me. There's like this crunching scurrying sound coming from the ceiling. Like there's a billion ants up there. Every time Chuck drums, eggs and / or bugs fall outta there.

I wonder why? I mean, we got the tiles from a field, and they were sitting there for 3 years... yay.

Also - anyone who practiced in my garage will remember this bullshit...

"Don't leave any food or food trash or soda cans laying around in here... I don't want bugs..." - my mom.

So guess what's in the garage 24 / 7?

A big ass bowl of dry cat food, and 2 dishes of wet cat food. What the fuck? Are you kidding me?

Like that douche at the end of Ultimate Mortal Kombat 3 says... "YOU WILL NEVER WIN!!!"

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I believe this will somehow cause the time line to become unstable.