Mama! I'm gay. –I know you're gay! I've known you're gay since you were five-years-old and you wanted that doll Suzie Q for Christmas instead of the dump truck your daddy wanted to buy for you. I know you're gay, Ty. I've always known, but could we please just bury your grandmother and get on with life, could we?! Because I think I'm going to explode any minute if any more shit hits the fan today!
