He Was Framed.

Little Shippy, used to be a contractor with us. His job was specialized, and he took pride in it. Being a contractor he had his own tools in his own large, locked, tool chest.

I'm not sure if he ever figured out exactly what had occurred, the day some one asked to borrow a 4" angle grinder. He routled around in the chest until he exposed a gay porn magazine. The borrower was shocked. Said he never took Little Shippy for a sausage jockey.

Shippy protested his innocence but it was too late. He'd been outed.

For days after, people ridiculed him, called him bender, poofta asked him what it was like to have a cock up his arse, the whole spectrum.
He still protested his innocence.

Of course, everyone who ridiculed him knew the truth. Little Shippy was straight.

If he'd thought about it, he would have realised, that the only way that porn could have got there, was if someone planted it. If they planted it, they'd have to tell some one how clever and funny they'd been. If they told someone of something that funny, it would have been around the works faster than Kelly Holmes on speed.

It's not often Shippy leaves his chest both unattended and unlocked. We respected him too much to steal his tools, but we had to make the most of such a rare opportunity.