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So I was talking to

forochel and it was pretty good! We talked about being gay and coming out and the Straits Times and other things, and I started talking about columnists I hated, and my least favourite kind of columns. Specifically those of the "men are from Mars, and women are from Venus" kind. And I said this:

"idk. usually it turns out, like: so women are neater/tidier/smarter/more put together than men (wink wink). but men are funny! I, a man, am funny! I am writing this column about how women are better and it's not sexist at all! but women are sooo uptight!"

So, you know, screw that shit. Let me put this another way: sometimes I am funny. Sometimes I am not! Sometimes I fail to see the inherent humour in something -- you know, you'll watch a video or look at a ridiculous picture and you'll be like, "Oh, this is okay," until someone's like "... PINK SOCKS. PINK SOCKS." and then you realise that pink socks are pretty ridiculous and funny! That's not just me, right? The Internet just makes things funnier some days!

But my point is. Fangirls are the funniest people I know, and we don't have to prove anything, but you should tell me a joke. Yes?

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