Cottage Ham

Pride Week came and went without our mayor attending any of the celebrations. He skipped the parade to head up north with his family. How hard could it have been for him to go? It’s not like he had to line up and jostle for a place along the route like the rest of us. Really, all he had to do was wrap a feather boa around his waddle, take his reserved seat on the Bears Do it with Honey float and shut the fuck up. Easy Peasy. Afterwards he could’ve washed the gay off in Don Cherry’s hot tub.