UnScripts:How To Get Your Friends To Stop Calling You Gay
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Do your friends keep calling you gay? Are they even really your friends? I mean, I sure don't like it when my friends call me gay. Are they calling you gay so frequently that even your mom asks you if you're gay? Is it so bad that your teachers think you're gay? Well, you're lucky I'm here for you! Nobody has called me gay since elementary school!
Now, before you start getting nervous and try to convince me you don't need my help, just go look in the mirror. They have a reason to call you gay. I mean, your appearance practically asks homosexuals to come on to you!
Plan A: Tell them you're not gay[edit]
Okay, before we start taking larger measures (wink, wink), let us first simply ask for them to stop. First, we must pick a time when they will most likely call you gay. Maybe in the locker room, when they accuse you of checking them out. Yes, that's a perfect time. When is your next gym class? Two in the afternoon? Okay. Good.
What's that now? You're afraid to tell them you're not gay? If you're too afraid to tell them you like women, then you must be gay. So I guess you're gay. No? You're not? Then get in there! That a boy. That a straight and totally not-gay boy.
Plan B: Dress straight[edit]
Okay, I'm sorry you got beat up. I mean, well, think of it in a positive way. Your nose is fixed now. I couldn't stop staring at its horrible misalignment. See! I knew that would cheer you up.
Since that didn't go too well, we'll move on to "Plan B": dress straight. Drop the crocs, stop wearing so much shoes, and wear manlier colors. Not too much black, though, this isn't How To:Become Goth. And stop wearing that sweater your grandma knitted for you two Christmases ago! Dammit, that's basically a cock-block engine at its best! Replace it with a T-shirt. Just any T-shirt. But, remember what colors are and aren't acceptable.
You'll look like a straight guy in no time! Now, let's go shopping together.
Plan C: Get a girlfriend[edit]
I'm sorry they still called you gay, even though you were wearing straight clothes, like I wear. Maybe it's just because I look sexy in these clothes. I don't know why you looked like a fag in them, but we still have "Plan C" and "Plan D".
"Plan C" consists of getting a girlfriend. Now, before you start sweating, remember that one does not have to date a decent looking woman to be recognized as straight. One simply needs to date a not-so-fugly-slut to give the appearance. The worst thing you could ever do is pick up an ugly slut. 99.9% of the time, you're just asking for a "closet gay" reputation.
Where shall we go? To the streets, my brotha!
Oh, I'm sorry.
(To You) Okay, these ladies lack clothing. These, my friend, are sluts.
(To ladies) Hey! Does anyone want to date my friend, You? He's my brother, and he's cute!Plan D: Kill Them[edit]
I'm sorry you got called bi for showing them your new slut girlfriend. I mean, who could blame them? You even introduced yourself with "Hey! Look at my new slut girlfriend!" You really are an idiot.
I didn't want to use "Plan D", but we're gonna have to. KILL THEM, You, KILL THEM ALL! Let's face it. You're gonna be called gay no matter what you do. Let your anger come out. Kill them, You! I even have this gun that can destroy worlds for you to use.
That's it, son! Join the dark side! Who's that I see? It's Thomas, Bill, and all the guys, in that dark alleyway! Off you go, killer!
Sorry[edit]
LOCATION: JAIL, VISITING AREA