Yesterday, we presented you with photographic evidence of what Sallie Toussaint refers to as Justin Timberlake's "fairy" behavior. The picture proved to be one of the most horrific images in human history and guaranteed the viewer years of nightmares, flashbacks and the shake.

Today, we're sharing an image so shocking, so utterly demented, it will scare you straight...

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Jerry Falwell helped make Tinky Winky a star, albeit in the worst possible way. In a 1999 National Liberty Journal article, the late Reverend Falwell, who died by hexing earlier this week, shocked the world by outing Tinky Winky.

The world went wild, thrusting Tinky Winky into the spotlight brighter than anything he'd ever known and alienating him from the other Teletubbies. Nothing would ever be the same. Years on and healing Tinky Winky describes finally chats with King Kaufman about his harrowing journey:

It was traumatizing, really. I'm a very private Teletubby. I just wanted to get away, go over the hills and far away. But when you're 7 feet tall and purple with an antenna on your head and a TV screen in your belly, where are you going to go?

Where? Where, goddamn it!?! Where???

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You may have seen this video already, but just in case...

Ilene Chaiken counts herself as one of the most influential, forward-thinking queers today. Literally. And rightfully so, the 46-year old lesbian created, produces and writes Showtime's colossal coochie-loving soap, The L-Word. No small feat, to be sure. And, according to comedienne Karey Dornetto, an accomplishment of which Chaiken's endlessly proud.

(PS: We love Chaiken's ethereal theme music!)

Michael Lucas knows you want to know every detail of his day. That's why the ageless porn mogul posted a very special rundown of his actions on May 8th, 2007. It's a pretty typical day. Lucas has breakfast with his boyfriend, runs his highly successful business and chats with a lovely German mag, EreXXXion. Nothing spectacular.

Until around the five o'clock mark. That's when things got heavy...

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Bless satirical website ebaum's world. Not only did they bring us one of our favorite funny flick ever (End of The World), but they've also produced a send-up of corporate sexual harassment videos.

Our preferred part comes around the 1:29 mark...

(Oh, and also a blessing for our always-quirky source, quixoticals.)

All-female law firm Fetman, Garland & Associates, Ltd. certainly got their money's worth when they created this billboard. The Chicago-area firm has caused quite a fuss with their tacky display of traditional marriage's conventional crumbling.

Parnter Corri Fetman explains her firm's advertising aesthetic:

Law firm advertising is boring…Everything's always the same. It's lawyers in libraries with a suit on and the law books behind them. They don't say anything. What, I should hire you because you have a law degree? C'mon. So we wanted to try something different.

They planned on depicting a tank of piranhas picked apart a penis, but they didn't think it had the same oomph as this pair of male and female knockers.

'Life's Short. Get a Divorce.' -- Chicago Billboard Turns Heads [ABC via Joe.My.God]

• Well, not really, but we bet the incarcerated producer behind Girls Gone Wild he'd love to profit off of Prison Guys Gone Wild.

• Details flippantly deliver the "truth": their rag's a total fag. Guess they really did deserve that GLAAD award.

• Whoopi headed to The View? That makes sense: she's kind of like a black Rosie O'Donnell. Only "not" gay.

• Boise State University and conservative Idaho Family Alliance's Bryan Fischer's "Transgender Bathroom Wars" continue. Honestly, we didn't know they had begun...

• We dont' understand a word of French singer Zazie's 1992 jam, "Sucre Sale", but we dig the homo-flavored, naked model filled video.

• Scandal-ridden congressman Randy "Duke" Cunningham denounced his anti-gay ways after buying a yacht from a bunch of butt pirates, according to Seth Hettena, author of Feasting on the Spoils. He told "Buoy Toys'" former owners,

I now vote pro-gay, and it's because of you [guys]... I'm sure I've met lots of gay people, but I've never met two guys that, you know, were outwardly gay and ... that I would consider drinking buddies and friends and boating buddies and people I want to spend time with ... that also said, 'Oh, by the way, I just happened to be gay.

The purchase even Cunningham to apologize to openly gay congressman Barney Frank for his homophobic potty mouth, according to Radar. The article also points out the yacht led to a bribery investigation that ended his career. We wonder if he's still keen on the queens.

We've always thought writers and artists make cute couples. And Andrew Sullivan and artist boyfriend Aaron Krone are no exception.

While old Sully makes a living slinging words, Krone's busy slinging paint. And, as you can see, he's been known to train his eye on his main squeeze. Above you see Sullivan looking muscular and majestic. Below, you see what Big Head DC supposes to be Sullivan's bottom.

We're not sure if the bum in question's actually Andrew's, but it's a justifiable hypothesis. We sent a little note over to Sullivan to get the scoop on whether he can claim those globes as his own. No word yet. We'll let you know what he has to say. That is, of course, if he can find it in his heaving chest to drop us a line.

For more of Krone's work click here. No, it's not all of Andrew Sullivan. Yes, it is good.

• It's been such an informative day around these parts. First of all, we solved part of that "Hear Boys Talk" mystery. You may recall we dialed the salacious 646 number and got some nonsensical, non sexual little ditty. One question remained, however: "Why??" Well, a reader wrote in and provided more of an explanation:

For what it's worth, those "hear boys talk" cards are being spread to promote the Pegleg brand. They're a band of bougie downtown boys who sell graphic tees with an "urban" sensibility. They're also vaguely homophobic. You can see at [here] Don't call me out and keep up the good work!

What? Those fuckers used our libido to promote their product? It's like we're reverse whores, or something.

While we're happy to have more answers on this one, we're left with an even bigger puzzle: did Stylelist know the whole time?? If so, we feel one of the following: a. annoyed, b. foolish or c. insanely proud of their clever commercial camaraderie.

• Speaking of multiple choice, yesterday we asked you if Johnny Knoxville's "Happy Birthday, Homo" shirt should offend our politically-minded souls or if we should let him give us a good tickle. Well, the answers are in, readers and we've just let out a big belly laugh. Good thing, too, because it was beginning to hurt.

• Banksy continues to make bank. One of the rascally British guerilla artist's paintings just nabbed £288,000. That's like a million of our worthless American money.

• Larry Birkhead and Baby Dannielynn are finally free to leave the Bahamas! But only if they return for yet another custody hearing in June. This kid's going to be thirty by the time this shit's resolved.

• A gay Karaoke bar is totally hiring. Qualifications: good looking, willing to do anything for money and an uncanny ability to hold your liquor. Fellatio skills not necessary, but preferred.

• Mark Simpson sez, "The Teenager is dead. Long live The Teenager!" This essay will explain all those pressing questions, like why you're such a fucking child.

• Noah, As The World Turn's gay teenager, has some questions about finding a boyfriend. So sweet.

• How many married men stay in the closet? A lot.

We're putting our money where our mouths are on this one. This morning we posted a Stylelist-provided image of a sex line advert and wondered what the hell "soft talk" could mean. And, more importantly, why anyone would want to call this "adults only" chat line.

Well, a reader by the name of Captain Ahab pulled himself ashore to leave this note:

Well...when are you going to call and post what you heard? Out's [Stylelist] didn't have the balls to call either. Pussies.

Now, we may be a lot of things, but we're certainly not pussies. So, we put our fingers to work in hopes that the voice on the other line would, well, put our fingers to work. And you know what? It didn't work.

When they say "soft talk", they mean it. And when they say "adults only", they mean, "anyone of any age with 33 seconds of their life they're willing to sacrifice for pure garbage". That, of course, isn't as enticing as "adults only".

The message itself isn't so much "boys talking" as "one boy singing...poorly":

Love is feeling. Feeling Love. Love is golden. Golden Love. Peg Leg wants you to do your love. Do you [love?] 07? 07 love.

At least now we know "peg leg" doesn't mean amputation fantasy. It's a person. Wait a second...Captain Ahab, is that you?

We wanted a little Style, but we got a headache, instead. The kids over at Stylelist discovered this wholly unsexy, perplexing and somewhat disconcerting sex ad down in Soho. And, really, it's too genius not to pass along.

"Hear Boys Talk"? Um, are people really so desperate that they'll call in to hear some "soft chat". What does that even mean? Politics and shit? Do you discuss how much you miss The Comeback or your favorite ice cream or how to get drool stains out of your pillow? That's what relationships are for, not sex lines.

If we're going to spend our hard earned dough on a Chatty Cathy, we want them to be the nastiest fucks on the planet. We want them to say things that make us blush, cringe, vibrate and, more importantly, ejaculate.

(And, yes, Stylelist, we think the peg leg thing's weird, too.)