VINNIE aka The Guinea That Gets It aka THE LAST TRULY FREE VOICE IN AMERICA is the resident MACK AVENUE SKULLGAME Head Shrinker, Dig Dugger, and Motherfucker. You got problems, well so does he, but his balls are big. Very, very, very big. Like bowling balls. Big enough that you'd break your neck if you fell off of one. THAT big. Read it and weep.

YO VINNIE!
I'd say I'm a well-adjusted straight guy in San Francisco who can go anywhere in the City and still feel comfortable. However, this one drag queen at a bar I go to is always pinching my nipples and asking me to "gay-bash" him. I don't want to be rude, but I'm not interested and he's very persistent. Any suggestions on getting my point across while allowing him to save face in front of his friends? Please help.—Bash-Ful in Baltimore

Bamboozled Bash Boy: Suggestions? For what? For helping you to a heaping handful of man cock on your way to continuing practicing saying while looking in a mirror “I’m a well-adjusted straight guy.” It’s like the guy in the bar who says to the alcoholic, “You’re a drunk. I ALWAYS see you in here. I was in here Monday and you was here. I was in here Tuesday morning and you was here. In fact EVERY time I’M here I see you here. You got a goddamned problem, pally.” Uh hunh. Just give in, my friend. Look at life from both sides. Speak the love that dare not speak its name. Like the bear said to the hunter he kept fucking: “you don’t come here for the hunting do you?”