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A long time ago, an ex-boyfriend and his buddy "accidentally" stumbled into a tavern in London which turned out to be a gay bar. The name of the place? "The King's Arms." Clearly, neither of them were too bright, because that one should have been obvious.

Luckily for retarded straight guys, most gay bars have names like, "The Manhole," or "The Toolbox," etc but what about, "Dickie Brennans," or "Buckhorn Exchange?" If you were a gay fella looking to mingle with some like-minded folks and went into either one of those joints, you'd find rump roast alright, but probably not the kind you were looking for. On the other hand, if you were a hungry hetero you'd probably hustle right on past both - missing out on a delicious, non-gay steak dinner.

Thank goodness there's www.steakhouseorgaybar.com. Now we can spend all day sharpening our abilities to separate meat markets from, er, meat markets.