Tristan and I went out for dinner for last night and were served what had to be the most phallic garlic bread in the history of ever:
That’s all I got.
Sorry.
Tune in tomorrow as I kick off my first annual celebration of Gay History Month with two — count ‘em! TWO! — posts.
Wow. I don’t think there’s much more that could be said after that pic.
By: grouse79 on Wednesday, September 30, 2009
at 9:29 am
It looks like they are mating. So that’s where breadsticks come from.
By: Ed on Wednesday, September 30, 2009
at 6:18 pm
My two gay boys used to go into IHOP late at night and order a penis-shaped pancake. The cook would make one, and the boys and their friends would giggle while S ate it. Sound like teenagers much?
LOL @ Ed!
By: javabear on Wednesday, September 30, 2009
at 7:14 pm
The only thing that keeps me from vomiting on a daily basis by reading your blog is the fact that I can scroll right past the camel toe header. But today, alas I forgot for a moment and looked away. When I return to the monitor there is that, well, vagina staring at me.
I have to tell you, it really was all I could do to keep down my dinner.
Anyway, loved the cock bread. I wouldn’t know whether to eat it or sit on it.
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By: didyagetthering on Wednesday, September 30, 2009
at 7:53 pm
Makes you wonder what they serve to their lesbian clients.
By: Sarah on Thursday, October 1, 2009
at 6:59 am