"Q: Do you know what you get when five prancing queers invade my home, throw out my clothes, raid my refrigerator, and repaint my walls? A: Five dead queers. >;-)"
There goes my keyboard. It's now wearing Black Velvet.
I'd be willing, however, to believe five queers wouldn't prance into your house in the first place.
Sorry you blew good booze onto a good keyboard - I hate it when I do that. And you're right about the rest. LOL :-)