No doubt fat Fry, seated on his gold-plated toilet, grandly wrote this out and then showed it to his young boy-toy first. "Here...I mention "bloody" and "red snapper." I'm a wit, aren't I?
To which the boy toy nodded, mouth full of Fry-turds. He thought Fry said 'I'm a twit, aren't I?"
It seem that gay liberation and "I'm here and I'm queer" has led to a posh and posturing sense of superiority among big fat flaming fags. If you don't think everything they do is brilliant, then you're prejudiced. That goes for every Elton John dirge as well as every tiresome remark from the oh-so-urbane pain Stephen Fry.
Where did this idea come from that gays are witty? Or sophisticated? Take Fry. He's gruesomely overweight and arrogantly overbearing. You're expected to laugh because he's a big fat queer and what he's enunciated MUST be clever.
No. And let's remember something about gays who dictate fashion, hairstyles, what plays and ballets get produced, and what restaurants to visit: they're idea of good taste is another man's asshole, balls and penis.
Fry seems to have made his fame as a well-scripted actor. That's helped condition people into chuckling at anything he writes or says. Coming out GAY is part of it. When you say "I'm GAY," that's like saying, "I'm SUPERIOR, WITTY, and you better at least FAKE some laughter!"
He's a farty raconteur on chat shows and quiz panels, and he's been coasting like a brakeless bus doing tedious travel documentaries ad-libbing disdainful wisecracks about anything heterosexual.
It's easy, at least if you're not in Great Britain, to ignore this walrus and his smelly barking. Just why or how the above remark got on MY Twitter feed, I have no idea. Even Benny Hill would've thought twice, 30 years ago, about making hacky "Bloody Mary" and "Red Snapper" jokes. What's next Stephen, guffawing with your shower buddies that you've no interest in the smell of fish, unless it's a sperm whale? Haw haw.
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