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Two nineteen year old gay dudes sat sipping a Cape Cod in the oldest original bar in New York City—Julius’.

"I’m thinking about enlisting for Iraq, doll face," explained a tall thin queen with hair colored the shade of the stripes on Old Glory.

"I say go for it girl, just don’t tell them what your real intentions are," rebuffed his cock sucking queer running mate.

"Do you think basic training is as hard as they say it is?" inquired the bottom wanting to reach the top of the chain of command.

"Oh please! How hard can it be? Nobody can low-crawl like you and they say we homos are in demand now—we can learn foreign languages much faster than the breeders."

"Really, I never heard that before? Has someone scientifically proved that we have superior language skills?" asked the well read sissy.

"Just listen to yourself, Miss Thang!"