The Gay Cake

Good spot. Death THREAT.

Fag hag definition - Fag hag is a gay slang phrase referring to a woman who either associates mostly or exclusively with gay and bisexual men. The phrase originated in gay male culture in the United States and was historically an insult.^[1]Some women who associate with gay men object to being called fag hags while others embrace the term. The male counterpart, for men who have similar interpersonal relationships with gay and bisexual men is fag stag.

I'm opening an atheist/vegetarian cake shop. 

Anyone who believes in a God, or eats meat, can piss right off.

boltonbonce wrote:I'm opening an atheist/vegetarian cake shop. 

Anyone who believes in a God, or eats meat, can piss right off.

What about gays?

Thanks Boggers.

I don't take it as an insult. Gay men have better fashion sense. I think we all know KP wears white socks and flip-flops.

karlypants wrote:

boltonbonce wrote:I'm opening an atheist/vegetarian cake shop. 

Anyone who believes in a God, or eats meat, can piss right off.

What about gays?

Atheist/veggie gays will be ok.

Natasha Whittam wrote:Thanks Boggers.

I don't take it as an insult. Gay men have better fashion sense. I think we all know KP wears white socks and flip-flops.

I don’t wear white socks with flip flops at all but I do paint my toe nails!

karlypants wrote:I don’t wear white socks with flip flops at all but I do paint my toe nails!

This is a new low, even for you.

This thread is going in a very odd direction. It's heading for a head on collision with the frog thread.

It’s like the good old days

Does the shop do puff pastry?

Natasha Whittam wrote:

karlypants wrote:I don’t wear white socks with flip flops at all but I do paint my toe nails!

This is a new low, even for you.

I usually paint them in a gothic black.

There’s no pink in sight!

My uncle Barry was gay i was too young to pick up on it though he used to shout where's me fags and my auntie Jean would shout back down the park where you left em. You remember stuff like that when you are a kid. He was a great bloke used to ride me round the garden on the lawn mower told me never to get married and to stay away from women as they were poison.He left me his piano he was killed by a bus on his way to work.

The memories come flooding back he liked to eat raw peas after we shelled them and he'd sit me on his lap and let me steer his car. I was fascinated by his pipe he let me smoke it once,it smelt nice but I remember the awful taste it was foul something iv'e not forgot. I saw him kill a rat in the garden it was a big one that the cat was fighting by the shed he hit it with a spade it was my first experience of violence.

Angry Dad wrote:The memories come flooding back he liked to eat raw peas after we shelled them and he'd sit me on his lap and let me steer his car. I was fascinated by his pipe he let me smoke it once,it smelt nice but I remember the awful taste it was foul something iv'e not forgot. I saw him kill a rat in the garden it was a big one that the cat was fighting by the shed he hit it with a spade it was my first experience of violence.

He sounds a bit like my Uncle Stan. He smoked a pipe too.
If it rained, he'd turn it upside down so the rain wouldn't put it out. He said it was an old shepherd's trick.
He was also a big fan of peas, but in his case they were of the dried variety. He used to stick them up his nose, then blow them,with great accuracy, at a line up of playing cards. He was the Wyatt Earp of the nasal west.
One day he pushed one up too far, and had to visit A+E, where a doctor retrieved it with a pair of tweezers.
One Christmas, he tried the same trick with plum stones, but it fell rather flat.