I've got the brain, you've got the looks...

Jeff has been visiting this weekend, which means the conversation level in our house gets more surreal than normal. (This is no bad thing.)

We were having a discussion about a great list of songs by band which were mostly one-hit wonders, and I was saying how I had kibitzed over the inclusion of the Pet Shop Boys, who had numerous top-20 singles in the 80s, and were even bigger in Europe.

Me: And of course, they were pioneers of gay disco, and that's no small thing.
Larissa: I didn't even know there was such a think as gay disco.
Me: Oh yes.
Larissa: Apparently, I've been hanging out with the wrong people.
Me: You obviously haven't been hanging out with gay people at discos.
Larissa: I like gay people. It's the disco I object to.
Jeff: How do you know a disco is gay, anyway?
Me: Easy. It makes passes at other discos.
Larissa: So what does a straight disco make passes at?
Me: (shrugs) A laundromat?