David Dust had this up on his blog the other day and it was so funny (and, I guess, sad) that I had to share it with you. (Plagiarism is such an ugly word. Let's call it an homage.)
Seriously, though. This chick found a gay jack-off mag in her son's room and thinks it means her son must be dating a girl? I know that denial is a powerful thing, but this woman needs meds. And fast.