Many feel worried about being labeled a homophone. And for good reason! Homophones live in constant turmoil. They might be inappropriately complimented on their tails instead of their tales. They may seek a night out and instead find themselves with an out knight. Oiling up for a hot sun in the sky, they may find themselves burning for a hot son in this guy. They may fear that wholly idle hours "could make a holy idol ours." Their addressed mail could transform into a dressed male. They can forget joining aural sects. They must be careful lest they gaze farther at a gay's father. The very idea of wresting yore feat on a pouffe leaves them utterly confused.