I was g-chatting (callback to my last blog! Wiggy whuut!!!) with my roomate Kyle in the not so distant past. We were talking about our plans this evening. He is at work and I am at home currently. He was saying he might be going to a Chanukah party. Here's where things get a mite odd! This is all true and an accident, by the way.

I intended to ask him if he was coming home after work or heading straight to the party. What I needed to type to get that question across was: "Are you gonna go straight from work?"

What I ended up typing was: "Are you gonna gay straight from work?"

Is he gonna GAY sraight from work? What?? He asked if that was a jocular typo, which gave me an ample oppurtunity to deny it and say I was just joshing. However, I couldn't lie. It was too funny, too weird. Truth is I wasn't kidding, you guys. And, honestly, I am glad I wasn't. I am glad that accidentally got typed. What started out as a benign question turned into a deep soul search. Why did I type that? What's it all mean? I love boobies.

Anyways, I gotta gay. I'll talk to you guys faggot.

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