My dad just gave me the “Son, are you Gay?” talk. Now, not that I’m homophobic or anything, but just because I don’t have a girlfriend doesn’t mean I’m gay. If I had a penny for each time I’ve had this asked to me in the past couple years, well, I’d have about two dollars now.
I cannot verbally explain the amount of frustration I have just been subject to, so I will tell you in proto-human grunts:
ugh. Arf. Arsnootnah. HOOG. HONKADUTHA! Humchaba? Hoffo! Him nim nom! TOLOMGUAK!!!
That’ll be all. Feel free to carry on with the rest of your day.