Okay…if we’re doing gay jokes, here’s an old one from Greece, from an old gay half-Greek:

A father-to-be is waiting, excited, outside the delivery room, pacing back-and-forth. Finally the doctor comes out and says, “well, sir, congratulations! You’re the new father of a healthy baby boy!”

The father is beside himself with joy, and says, “Wonderful! Take me to him, I want to see him! I want to hold him!”

“ OK,” says the doctor, “…there’s just one thing.”

“What?!” asks dad. “Is he okay? What’s wrong?!”

The doctor answers, “No, he’s perfectly healthy, there’s just one little thing you need to know. Maybe you should sit down.”

“I don’t want to sit down!” says dad, “I want to see my son! I want to hold him, I want to kiss him! What’s going on?”

“Well okay,” answers the doctor, “your son…he’s gay, and he’s a bottom.”

“What do you mean, gay?!” says dad, “We’ve never had that in our family! How is that possible?”

The doctor says, “well, being gay isn’t hereditary, it’s just something that happens.”

“Well, I don’t care! He’s still my son! Take me to him, I want to see him!” says the dad.

The doctor nods, and takes him into a room full of babies in incubators. They are all screaming and squalling, except one, who is curled up, quiet, with a blissful smile on his face. “It’s that one,” says the doctor.

“That little angel?! He’s so sweet, so quiet, so happy! How can you say he’s gay?!”

“Well yeah,” answers the doctor, “he’s happy now, but wait till we pull the pacifier out of his ass!”