I cant believe my "luck"

I was watching Rescue Me on AXN yesterday, and it was quite funny. I'll regurgitate what I can remember.

Man is sitting infront of computer, typing out a poem (Man is supposedly very macho in terms of character). Man starts mumbling out words of the poem while typing it out, to hear if it rhymes. Wife starts to come down the staircase.

Wife (on her way down): What are you mumbling about?
Man: Nothing.
Wife (near the foot of staircase): Yea right. What are you doing behind the computer?
Man (quickly minimises the window of poem document): I'm doing nothing.
Wife: Nothing? quit lying to me. Its porn right?
Man (in disbelief and relief also): Porn? Its not porn. Its just a fishing website. Here, take a look.
Wife: Oh I'm not gonna look at such disgusting things.
Man: Oh come on, its really a fishing website.
Wife: Nono, I'm not gonna look at it.
Man: Look its not porn ok. Argghh all right I'll tell ya. You sure you wana know?

Wife is looking expectantly.
Man: I've been doing poetry. Ever since the 9/11 incident, I've been expressing my feelings through poetry.

Wife is stunned.
Wife: Oh God, why isnt it porn?!?!!??

Hahaha. What a wife. Anyways, I've had the luck of the Irish today. I was walking ard at Heeren, and I saw this shop called Mooks and walked into it. From the outside, it looked quite interesting so I chose to walk in. The moment I walked in, I felt a total sense of "ickyness", and walked out immediately. Maybe it was the large group of muscled men hanging out there, but I remarked "fuck, this feels gay" as I left. I went to the next level, walked into this shop. I tried to look out for the sign, but I couldnt see the shop name anywhere (i got this habit of looking at the shop name first before entering.) I walked in, felt the same feeling I felt at Mooks, just that I dwelt longer because I was looking for slippers, and this shop had just that. I was attended to by 2 over friendly muscled male staff, circling me at my every step, pearly white smiles (fuck). I looked around the whole shop, all muscled male staff. That was it. I walked out immediately. Lo and behold, the shop name that caught my eye, new urban male. O-M-G. Hiding conspicuously on the glass panel.

Guess what I read in the papers when I reached home. I was reading the power list 2007 of fashion and design, which at 10th place were the founders of New Urban Male. All friggin gays. Lemme type out what I saw. "..acquired the license to distribute and retail American streetware label Mooks in Singapore." Mooks. Seems familiar. MOOKS. Oh fuck.

Now I know, to trust that "icky" feeling of mine always. And yea, I've got the luck of the Irish.