Seriously—they can talk about this and think about this however they bloody well have to. There is no good reason why anybody should try to force them to "face reality" or whatever crap people are going to claim is the reason for insisting on not leaving them alone on this.

Turtlenecks and sweatpants (though we may need to institute a chastity belt rule, too—sweatpants are entirely too easy to get off).

Said shuffle will now be segregated into men's and women's lines? And possibly flights? (No word on how they plan to deal with potential gay make outs).

Seriously—it's like something somebody would do in a Tarantino movie.

I would like to respond to this article with a high-pitched shriek—I just thought I should provide some warning.

Oh, yikes. Somebody is in serious need of psychological assessment.

Hearting you for this. I'm seriously not okay with the fact that this poor kid is being treated like a fucking joke.

Cant. Fucking. Breath! Okay, okay, typing is getting my lungs back under control, bizarrely. Holy shit. Your sex life is hilarious. I mean, I'm sure it's also awesome and fun and etc., but all I've got to go on is the stuff here and it's about the raunchiest slapstick I've ever seen. Bravo.

That almost happened to my cat. My mu was doing some laundry, and there were some wet clothes sitting in the dryer, but she didn't turn it on—she went away for a few minutes to do something else. At some point she went back and closed the door but still didn't turn it on for whatever reason. She came back about an…

OH MY FUCKING GOD. This is the best thing the internet has ever produced. MOAR OF THIS!

*Nods* Seriously—if my grandfather can know at the age of three that he's super into girls (and he really, really did), why couldn't a gay man know at the same age that he really likes boys?

No, it's totally a heart problem: he doesn't have one.

That I can get behind. Seriously, every time I see a guy spit on the street, I just want to walk up and smack him.

AAAAAHHHHH! Okay, I just produced a sound far more high-pitched than I knew I was capable of making. Holy crap, I want to snorgle its face.

Hey, this makes sense to me. I don't even like it when my bare thighs touch the seat on the metro when I'm wearing shorts or a skirt. I sure as hell wouldn't want my ass or vulva touching it—who the hell knows who sat there last?

That sounds right to me—I'll have to go back and watch Tooth and Claw to see where he says that, or if it's an outtake or something.

Looking at the hair and the outfit, I'd bet on it being the Doctor (that looks like his suit—LOL, I'm a nerd), but it could be easily from an outtake or a parody.

Is he actually saying "What the hell?" there? Somehow I can't picture the Doctor saying that!

Woot! I'm somewhere between extended life and immortal! I'll have to start drinking a little more to ensure that I never, ever die.

Ah yes, what was I thinking. Why, she's not even originally from the States—it's an open and shut case!