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| Chuck, I need to talk to you about-- | |
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| Ok, fine! If you want me to say it, I'll say it! I'm gay, alright? Yeah, I'm the one who put up the 2006 Chippendale's calender in the locker room! So what? | |
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| And yes, I'm the one who sticks his dick in the Bismarcks every morning, and I do unspeakable things to your nightstick when you leave it out on the desk! | |
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| Chuck, we already know you're gay. I was just wondering if you wanted to come over for Christmas. | |
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| Ok, but I would really like it if you hung the mistletoe from your beltbuckle this year, instead of pinning it on your wife's chest. | |
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