I go to get my mail.
Stranger: "Something fell out of your pocket! April fools!"
Me: "You're adopted, April fools!"
Then I see an orphan behind me and gets all excited.
I used to date this girl only to find out she's a guy.
I guess you can say she had me in a trans.
I really used to be into emo chicks. Now they just don't make the cut.
Straight people ask why gays have such a good fashion sense.
They have to come out of the closet sometime.
What song do supportive parents of a closeted child love?
“The Son Will Come Out Tomorrow.”
What is depressing, alone, chronic, and messed up? Me.
Who is yourself, and why do people keep telling me to kill him?