No way, hag! You're doomed to a life of too much drinking and waking up on a couch to find random gay couples (or more) entwined on the floor.
Just a point of stylistic correctness:
That should be, "Dear the Gays:" etc.
Optionally, you might capitalize "the"— I'm going with Strunk and White here instead of the Chicago Manual of Style.
Was someone at BaconStrip last night?
I love you!!!!
You made the mistake of thinking that the Gays care whether or not you wake up with your face stuck to your couch, immobile for days, resigned to watching "Grace Under Fire" reruns.
They don't. They don't care about you.
You know, given the last two weekends I spent in Seattle, I was under the general impression that you were all congenial, radical, socially receptive cooperative of freaks.
And then I visited this blog.
I am now convinced that you all secretly hate each other.
Thanks for clearing that up.
Are Da Gays like Da Bears? (Or just some of them?)
entwined --- honey, in Seattle and on Slog it is called butt fucking on the floor. Beware rug burns and splinters .....
Santino. Relax, brah. It's no secret that a hetero lady will wake up with hate in her heart after a night out with Teh Gayze.
Hatred of a homo's tolerance for booze.
Hatred of the way Neighbs makes you smell.
Secret? No. Shame? Oh, yes. Oh very yes.
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