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And my secretary, I'll never forget, my secretary said what time, said that choir act, and I said, how do you spell that? She said C-H-O-I-R. I said, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, that's a singing choir. What do you mean? Because I knew there's a derivation of the word Q-U-E-E-R. And somebody said, well, choir means there's some word between moral and queer. I said, well, I want to tell you one thing, I don't even want to be choir because I don't want to go nowhere near there. No queer here. Say amen. Amen. Shake my hand and do something, I'd be nervous for it. Amen. I ain't no homo. I'm so homo-phobic. I'm so homo-phobic I don't want to drink homogenized milk anymore. Once God had took my son up to Shelby when he was only about 10 years old, we went to the grocery store and there was a carton of milk. You remember when they wrapped him in those paper cartons, wife's paper carton? Y'all don't know. Hey, you do. You don't know what I'm talking about. They put the same homogenized and they wrapped it wrong and God's mind went and just said homo-milk. I said, get away from that thing, boy. I said, I'd rather go over there to the wine section and get rid of that. We pray you out of that. We can't do a blessed thing for you.