In search of truth - which you probably can't handle.

Quote of the day and a little Friday quiz for you.

We were in the lift, heading back to the office after a session in the gym.

My mate sheepishly gets my attention – a worried look on his face. Very worried.

And this is what he asked me – I’ll leave you to ponder your own answers over the weekend. His tone and manner exuded fear and confusion. 

“Glen… is it gay - do you think - that in the gym’s changing rooms, when I looked over at some fella getting changed and he spotted me, that he then sucked in his stomach a bit and squared his shoulders off?”

My friend’s disgusted face scowled as he demonstrated.

I wasn’t the only person in the lift stifling giggles at this point.

Yes mate – there is an element of gayness to that story, I’m just not entirely decided on who the gayer or the gayee was yet.

I’ll give you until Monday afternoon to make with the ‘Chocolate Hobnobs’ before I decide and accidentally out you.

In other news…

As if a Friday post of mild homophobia wasn’t bad enough, you should have seen the Google searches I found myself doing yesterday, when I was writing a ‘Regular Guy’ post about pregnancy scheduled for later in the month.

First of all I’d searched for “name of fetish for pregnant women” (maiesiophilia), and then I decided to double check a spelling and ensure I had the right drug in mind, so I Googled ‘Rohypnol’. This all makes sense within the context of the article (I think) but I can see how to the untrained eye (or more worryingly the trained one) it could look peculiar.

It occurred to me that the Internet police would be having alarm bells ringing in their office at this point so to throw them off the scent I followed that up by entering “cheap rope”, “handcuffs” and “how to convert your cellar into a dungeon”. That should keep them off my back.

I’d rather they thought I was some kind of pshyco than a blogger that can’t spell.