Any of my sons start fagging around the house won't be sitting down for weeks. Ain't no way any friendship with Dorothy is happening under my roof.
The very idea makes me sick. What's wrong with these libero-fags? Don't they know our Lord suffered and died to give them a fresh start?
If they keep on finding other boys' pert buttocks enticing I'll just superglue some sandpaper into their underpants so the slightest twitch will remind them of Hell that awaits them. The same trick works with the palms of their hands if they start t interfere with themselves!