I got to be in my bonnet western Ohio. You know what I've had it up to here with

sneaky gays. Gone are the days of Oscar Wilde, Liberace, homosexual, so flaming they

could be seen from space. By now a day, sneaky gays are everywhere. At the church, at the

mall, picking up the meticulously dressed, vestidious children from daycare. Why you could

be sitting next to a sneaky gay right now and you never even know it. And that just

don't sit right with one Sue Sylvester. And I got nothing against Gays, just asking

my sassy intern Tyler. He has to live in my tool shed because I deny him health care

as I consider gain as a pre-existing condition. But what Sue Sylvester doesn't like? Looking

around and never knowing if a sneaky gays in her midst. We should be able to see a gay

coming a mile away. Does it wrong for me to long for the simpler days of yesterday year

when performers weren't so confusing? Jagger. Oh, you knew they were women. But nowadays,

this internationally ranked cheerleading coach just can't figure it out. Neil Patrick

Harris, you confuse me. I hear your gay, but there you are on my TV playing a normal,

womanizing, cardigan wearing straight. That's confusing. And then I heard a rumor you're

not actually a doctor. So much sneaky gay deception. So, swish it up, gays. Because if I can't

tell who's gay, how will I know who to judge?

T-B-T-L. Hey there, friendos. Welcome to a Wednesday afternoon edition of T-B-T-L. It's

a show that's probably too beautiful to live. How dare you people even say that?

This is episode 523 in a collector's series. I'm your host, Luke Burbank, weighing in

today at 180 pounds. It's like I'm walking on sunshine. Indeed, 180 pounds. I'm getting

dangerously, dangerously close to going below 180, which is, for me, a sort of personal

mojarova chick boundary of weight. I don't know if I've been below 180 since high school.

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