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So we were having one of our busting-on-each-other email chains the other day. Nothing out of the ordinary, really, just giving Kenny shit because his kid does gymnastics. His little boy, not one of his girls. We don't actually know any of the details because Kenny knows the shit-giving possibilities, but that doesn't matter to the rest of us. He let it slip once that his boy was involved in gymnastics and that's all it took.

Anyway, Barney started giving Kenny the business over email and I decided I was gonna chime in with a picture of a kid waving one of those gymnastic ribbons around. I hopped on the internet and did a couple of Google image searches. Without thinking, I typed in the following phrases to see what I could find:

"Child Gymnastics"
"Gymnastics Boy Ribbon"
"Little Boy Twirling"
"Gay Twirling Ribbon"

That's about as far as I got before I attempted to uninstall Firefox and melt my hard-drive with a Zippo.

Crap. I guess I'm on yet another list.