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Down in Tampa years ago the traffic was so bad on I-75 that I decided to make my way home through the city and stopped for a beer at an unfamiliar bar. I ordered a beer and started looking around.
A guy was eyeballing me like I had "Fresh Meat" tattooed on my forehead and I quickly surmised I was in the middle of a sausage party. So I chugged that beer, put the bottle on the bar and vamoosed. Oops!
Hey man it ain't gay if they buy ya some drinks!