Unh, unh. Who let the gays out?

Can’t tell you how much I loved this show. Never realized that it was letting my inner gay out. Those skintight pants, that pansy mask, the solitary male companion, the phallic white horse called Silver. What a closeted fool I was.

I mean, really, darling. Silver bullets? What, they matched the horse? Of course they did. Who let the unh’s out?

If only I had known. I could have been dead of AIDS by now. If only I had known.



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