So, we’re having an extremely overpriced dinner at Teatro ZinZanni and what I really want to know is why all the hot, flexible guys all have to be gay?
#drunkandneedtogetlaid,
Snarky
P.S. #toobadSpikeis1000milesaway
P.P.S. #butCaptainCubicleisonly500milesout
P.P.P.S. #drat
P.P.P.P.S. Why the hell am I using hashtags? What the hell does drunk!Snarky think this is, Twitter?
New Intern asked if I’d rather date that gay diver she keeps bringing up (because then I’d get free tickets to Cirque Du Soleil for the rest of my life), or the basketball player who looks like a cave man that’s on the TV right now.
Supe says I should go for the cave man, because if we end up spawning, there’s a chance our children will be taller than if the gay diver and I spawned. That, or Wide-Eyed Walk-On Number 1 from our basketball team, because his height is slightly more comparative to my five foot and one inches (on a good day).
What’s most ironic about this situation is that I get all this dating advice (albeit ridiculous dating advice) during the same time that this…thing….with Spike is starting up.
Typical 106,
Snarky
When I’m going to get my car out of hock, and I see the gayest of the gay male cheerleaders chatting up one of the parking lot attendants.
That’s of the silliness.
And yet, I can’t care as much because my feet are killing me,
Snarky
I had no idea that it was possible for a guy to be a bro AND gayer than a two dollar bill.
Wow,
Snarky
“WannabeCowboy can go to San Francisco and turn a gay man straight.” -Supe
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