Yeah, pPt is gay. It's really kind of sorta a sad story. He met some girl named Fred, except she wasn't really all that good-looking, so Patrick wasn't interested... at first. The night wore on, and as the drugs and alcohol slowly seeped their way into Patrick's neural system, his reactions slowed; his focus blurred; his judgment was corrupted. That was when he met Fred for the second time that night. Patrick, being in his drunken/severely stoned state, decided to put up with Fred's lame attempts at a conversation. After a while, one thought penetrated the fog of alcohol surrounding P. Wizzle's brain: ''Fred is toally hot.'' While he was contemplating all of this, Patrick was being led upstairs by Fred, away from the party. He knew something was happening, and that he didn't like it, but he was too fucked up to resist. They entered an unocupied storage room used for holding dead babies, and when Pat wasn't looking, Fred (who, as it turns out, wasn't really a girl after all, or at all good-looking) took him. He's never walked the same way since, and speaks with a heavy lisp, and gives style tips to teachers and homeless people. The end.
''Freshmen are kind of like cocaine... hella fun, but still dangerous.'' - kamikaze