We’ve all been in those awkward moments: a terrifying elevator ride where your stomach threatens to expel your lunchtime curry in the most vocal manner possible. You can try to hold it in, but it’ll still escape like a gaseous, nasty-streaked Houdini.
That’s where the awesomeness of being a homo comes into play. When you’ve deciphered that someone’s about to speak up about the nasty smell that’s joined you for the elevator ride, simply pipe up: “Hey, have I told you I’m gay?” Note how nobody cares about the fart anymore.
If the above method doesn’t work, and they already know you’re gay – just explain that they’ve witnessed a gay mating call.
