Seeing Jersey Boys was one of the least queer things I did today.
This story takes place out at dinner with my family. I'm there with my brother, his fiancée Rosie, my mom, dad, sister, a friend of my mom's and Audrey, who is my brother's best friend's girlfriend.
So my brother is telling a story about how Rosie's friend calls him "Clear Boy" because he's so white. Now, my brother is definitely white, but he has a tan, waaay more of a tan than I have. So I say, "Wow, if she calls you clear boy I wonder what she would call me!"
To which Audrey says, "No, he said CLEAR boy."
Oops.
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