I was wondering who he was. We heard about him. Getting on our respective flights to Jacksonville, Reagan, and Baltimore there was buzz about him. And then I found him: the guy that had a better time than me at Coachella. Best line(s):
"Now, normally I don't jump to any conclusions regarding ones sexuality, and by no means do I chastise anyone for their particular persuasion. Look at Peabs for instance. I'll buttfuck just about anything (and I have; I'm looking your way, Divine!) if I'm feeling Glenn Miller about your snatchakins. Be that as it may, I prefer to rent houses/condos from gay men. Why? They're fucking neater than my morning glass of scotch. Plus they typically stock their place full of crystal meth and Crystal Gayle records. Ratzo!!!"
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