I met a new friend last night at a going away party. He seemed like a gay fella. Happy and a boy who likes boys. Then he invited me over to his house on Sunday to meet his brand new French bulldog puppy and then it was confirmed: the man has a French bulldog and he invited me over on Superbowl Sunday and mentioned nothing about football. Gay.
Anyway, we were talking about animals and how much we love them and he said that in his life he's had 7 dogs, 5 cats, 2 birds, several fish and one monkey.
"A monkey?" I asked, beaming with excitement. "Wow! How old is he? What happened to him?"
A frown came over his face. "It's sad. My boyfriend had AIDS, and secondary illness of tuberculosis which we didn't know about, and the monkey caught tuberculosis from him and died."
"The monkey died??!!!" I exclaimed.
I'm such an a-hole.
8 comments:
No, I'm the A-hole. You said pet monkey and AIDS in the same post, and my mind went there.
all that's missing is the homeless guy in the subway who looks like Santa shouting "Jackie Five 240" and spitting TB on everyone.
How the hell did the monkey get TB from the guy?!
all it takes is a sneeze. cover your mouth on the subway, man.
you really must learn to read minds. then you won't say anything that makes you feel stupid.
Well, hell, the death of the monkey upset me too. So, we're both a-holes.
I'm tippin' my funky leopard print hat to ya babe!
Aidsholes.
I'm with "said" woman. LOL
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