Ernie and Bert on DOMA cover of The New Yorker.

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Dude, if I ever saw Caillou in real life, I'd kick him down a flight of stairs.

A buddy of mine who is a father randomly posted one day on Facebook that he hated Caillou and I remember laughing so hard. I used to tell my sister she let her kids watch too much TV (so easy being a no child Uncle from the outside) until I started to have to babysit them and TV was my best friend. Nonetheless I'd rather have no TV and have the kids torture me if Caillou is/was the alternative.
 
It's also fucking gay, which is ironic. I get tired of how insecure modern man has become that we can't look at past examples of male relationships without shuddering and calling them gay because they are different. Lincoln rented cabin space and slept with other men - must be gay. French men traditionally have greeted each other by kissing cheeks - those are some mighy gay Frogs!

Want to know how I know you are gay? You like to suck cock
 
This should have been the DOMA Cover on the New Yorker?

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