Oh, man, I was hanging out with a friend yesterday and we were talking about getting some food. She suggested local gay burger joint Dakota Cowgirl as an appealing venue, so I put my rampant homophobia aside and went. Everything seemed fine, but apparently my worst fears have come true and the burger turned me gay. Even worse, the fries were undercooked.

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