Saved By Muslims

Back from Houston regarding a meeting for a possible film deal (more on that later when I can actually talk about it). Coming back, I stopped by one of my most favorite DQs in the whole world – (I remember it from college, clean, best food, etc.) I-45 in Huntsville, TX (THE capitol of executions). The lunch crowd was light but very heavy on the low- IQ/construction/white-trash demographic. I sat down with my lunch along with some mail I was catching up on when I overheard a patron speaking to his confedrated WT friend and small child with no shoes... "damn queers keep coming here more everyday." His friend slowly looked around - 180* turn - and loudly said "yep – damn queers". I sat there a bit nervously squeezing out ketchup onto a pile of fries holding back my initial reaction of proclaiming they had misread me as a 'damn queer'. I was in fact actually a married 'metrosexual' who happens to be fond of Prada, Ralph Lauren, Gucci and Banana Republic. The more I thought of explaining the whole concept made me think the outcome would probably be similar had I just laughed and pointed at them in some Will & Grace fashion. Then as they kept looking back at me, the room was becoming hotter than the extra cheese Hungerbuster I had ordered... however, a small miracle occurred in the very nick of time. Within moments, in walked a 5-piece Muslim family. Whew! That was close.


We don't recommend Texas Dairy Queens to Gay Muslims.  ¶ 10:10 PM