Hyp NO tist

No one is going to hypnotize me Joe. I am not susceptible to such parlor trickery! I am too scared of what will surface. Nuff said about that one!

Seriously, I didn't say a damn thing about Daniel Radcliffe...out loud. I have been harboring a crush on him since I first saw him...but I thought it was gross, so I repressed it, but he's like 20 or something now, right? I can covet...finally!

All that aside, the new deal was to either talk to a republican and agree with them, earnestly, or have sex with a woman. I actually had to take pause and ask a few clarification questions. Firstly, how long are we talking about? 10 minutes...20...30? Joe said until the deed is done. I'll be honest...if I were to choose the sex, it'd be about 100 hours! I couldn't...er...perform (you know...pushing rope?) and would have to muster up images of Daniel Radcliffe in the GQ spread! (As we discussed...it's okay now!) And each time I looked down, there would be a woman...SICK! (No offense to womankind...but SICK!)

So I thought and thought...I couldn't think of what would be most repellent. And to help me out, Rodney said he would easily talk to a republican than have sex with a man. Sure, that's easy for a straight guy but it's not the same bet. As a gay man in a straight world, the physical act of men and women doing it is not foreign to me...I see it everyday. It's easier for me to imagine myself with a woman. But us gays are hidden from the breeders most of the time and the idea of two men is so fucking out there for breeder men that it's a no-brainier to choose a conversation. Does that make sense. I'd have to say, either fuck a mentally challenged dwarf albino eunuch, or talk to a republican...again, no offense to woman kind, but that's kinda how I see it.

We met a new friend in the office too (who shall remain nameless...until he/she allows us to) who was perplexed by our conversation. They like (as they put it) a full buffet...why only limit yourself to only half the population? That's even more foreign to me than straight folk. I mean when you're a guy and have had a good bratwurst...who needs tacos? Or, if you are a girl...just switch the two. We are not made to mix and mingle...we don't miss-match our socks...why miss-match our sex? And for the last time this blog, that's just how I see it.

All in all, I never committed to either one (women or republicans). And then Elyssa came in with cupcakes for the office and we got a little distracted. Julie taught us how to make a cupcake sandwich by ripping off the bottom half and using that to top off the cupcake (you know, now the frosting is in the middle). Quite ingenious if you ask me! And just so I don't have to hear it from the peanut gallery...Stephanie was there too.

Yeah cupcakes!