it’s finally real: i have developed an actual, real crush on an actual, real gay guy. i think we all knew my life would come to this. throw back a shot for me – it’s a sad sad state i’m in.
it’s finally real: i have developed an actual, real crush on an actual, real gay guy. i think we all knew my life would come to this. throw back a shot for me – it’s a sad sad state i’m in.
November 5, 2006 at 2:07 am
“My fun-loving, free-thinking, wistful outer shell says ‘Ugh, what a cutie. I think this could work.”, but the childish, line-towing Republican mouthpiece in and/or around me says ‘That’s what the liberals want you to think!’.”
Your mileage may vary.
My apologies if, according to your predominant local brew of fanaticism, the usage of either “Republican” or “liberal” is considering “cussing”.
November 5, 2006 at 9:56 pm
dare you mock my love?
November 5, 2006 at 11:12 pm
Well, yes, but only if you’re a non-partisan, politically-frustrated box of Frosted Mini-Wheats.
Although…I must ask, what happened to Wellington A. Cutole? That guy was a winner! Think about it: he’s always right. And you know what that makes him? Mr. Right!
Badda bing.
November 6, 2006 at 10:47 am
Psh. Like you’re the only one to lust after a man you can’t have. And even though you send him flowers and racy pictures, he won’t call you or meet you for a harmless drink at The Virile Stallion Bar & Grille. Then he changes his phone number, and moves to a new apartment, and tries to hide his desire for you by getting married to some bimbo that…
Nevermind.
November 7, 2006 at 12:40 am
Is it me?
November 7, 2006 at 11:13 am
*blush*
Yes. I’d let you trim my hedges anytime cutie.
November 7, 2006 at 11:14 pm
Chris! The title graphic doesn’t let me call my blog “Don’t use double entendre, my mom is intelligent.” But just let that be implied!
How are you anyway – e-mail me, I was wondering about you today.
November 7, 2006 at 11:34 pm
What part LAWNmower don’t you understand?
You can’t change who I am, baby!
November 7, 2006 at 11:36 pm
The above post should have an ‘of’ in it somewhere. I’ll let you guess where.
November 8, 2006 at 9:41 pm
i have lost count of your entendres, lawnmower.
geez you guys are precious coming on my site and handing out your cleverness like candy.
despite the prozac, excedrin PM, and off brand baileys ive had tonight, i think its still you guys that are making me smile.
and for the record Mr Well Actually quit callling me after he realized i would never properly use the word “disingenuous” cause i always say “disingenuine” by accident. there’s no pun to be made there, don’t even look for it.
and if anything i am a politically confused box of off-brand cereal.
November 15, 2006 at 6:12 am
Well now there’s just too much pressure.
November 15, 2006 at 10:26 pm
he called me sweetie tonight. fyi. it made my heart skip a beat. that’s from the crush, ya know. gah, i am so wrong, the whole thing, this “me,” this is so wrong.
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