Story Pat told to me way back. He and Tom (last name left out on purpose) went out for a few beers. Well, maybe more than a few. They stumbled by chance into a gay bar (this was in the very early 70s), sat down and ordered. THEN, they noticed lotsa guys dancing with each other and realized where they were. At one point the music stopped and Tom said in a loud, clear voice, "Jesus, Pat, don't these f#####g fa###ts make ya sick?" The place went absolutely silent--we're talkin' hear a wee tiny, small pin drop. Pat, whose mind musta been goin' at close to warp speed drawled back, "Nah, Tom, not if ya don't eat too many!" The place cracked up and they left alive.