... not that there's anything wrong with that

Ever wander into a room and discovered someone left a big stinking turd in the middle of the floor?

 

Knowing Ragu as I do, I can tell you he is as straight as Lombardo Street, errr, he is as straight as the Road to Hana, errr, he is as straight as Owen Wilson's nose.

 

God, did indiansnetwork or busdriver steal your login for a post?

wander room?

 

you can come out from behind that piece of paper anytime now!

 

See, that was cold... I took that to read the sarcasm font on (tho he probably doesn't know how yet). And if you are gay, you wouldn't call your urges depraved...

On the other hand, you did use the word "tingly." so you've got that going for you.

 

I had a really hard time not spitting Diet Coke at my screen. That was excellent!

 

Maybe the piece of paper is symbolic of his life. Maybe he is hiding something from everyone and afraid to come out and admit to it ?

 

[So, we flash forward to George dropping off Allison. She is mulling over the article that George has given her.]

ALLISON: Yeah? So?

GEORGE: Yeah so??

ALLISON: Well this is nice. They mention your name.

GEORGE: Don't you see what it says here? Don't you understand what that's implying?

ALLISON: No, what?

GEORGE: I'm gay! I'm a gay man! I'm very, very gay.

ALLISON: You're *gay*?

GEORGE: Extraordinarily gay. Steeped in gayness.

ALLISON: [matter-of-factly] I don't believe it.

GEORGE: You don't believe me? Ask Jerry.

ALLISON: I will.

GEORGE: What do you mean you will? That's a bad idea. Jerry is a very private person.

ALLISON: [Grabs George's lapels] I want to hear it from *Jerry*...


[Back at Jerry's apartment, Sharon and Jerry are, well, "making out on the couch". Apparently, she's all turned around on the subject.]

SHARON: Oh, can you ever forgive me?

JERRY: I dunno... [they kiss again] *Alright*, I forgive you...

SHARON: Y'know the funny thing is, I was attracted to you immediately.

JERRY: I was attracted to you, too. You remind me of Lois Lane.

(George Enters)

GEORGE: Jerry! Oh, my God! What are you doing!?!

JERRY: What!?

GEORGE: You're with a *woman*!

JERRY: I know! What are you doin' here?!?

GEORGE: I leave you alone for two seconds, and this is what you do! I trusted you!

JERRY: [forcibly removing G. from the apt] Would you get the Hell out of here!

SHARON: What's going on?

ALLISON: Yeah, what's going on?

GEORGE: Alright, tell her. Go ahead.

JERRY: Tell her what?

GEORGE: Y'know. About *us*.

 

God, you just don't get it, do you?

Were you born missing the humor gene?

 

He's missing more than just the humor gene, IJAG.

 

Ragu does like Coldplay and he did once macrame himself a pair of jean shorts.