Remind us of how you claim to be able to "cure" being gay Goofus. The worm is struggling in the face of logic (and Bridge) so could do with some moral support from another moron.

Funny thing, all this talk about certificates. I had to find my certificates the other week. Never had to show them anywhere before. Eventually, the former Mrs Musket found some of them in her drawer with hers and passed them on, whilst reminding me that one important one I got after we split up was shredded as part of a leaving present from a girlfriend. I wonder if certificates are falsifiable? According to that Internet thingy they are... The real one will take ages. It is in two parts from two different places, one here and one in sausage, hairy dead pig and rotten cabbage land, although Heidelberg sounds much nicer.

It's this wonderful knack I have of winning friends and influencing people.