Once upon a time in a land far away, an evil wizard paced the stone floor of his castle. He stopped in front of an ornate silver mirror. He jutted out his chin and c****d his head to one side, admiring his strikingly handsome face.
He gazed into the magic mirror and said aloud, "Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the hottest and the queerest of them all?"
A ghostly fog swirled inside the mirror, although there was no such actual fog in the room. A deep voice boomed from the mirror, "A fine question, indeed it's true. The hottest and gayest man in all the land is you!"
The corners of the evil wizard's mouth turned up in a sinister smile because he knew the magic mirror spoke the truth. He repeated this ritual daily just because he liked to have the voice in the mirror stroke his over
