I can’t figure out how old anyone is. I can’t figure out how gay anyone is. On silent subway morning commutes there are no tells. The brogues, desert boots and quickstrike high-tops not only have me manic-fantasy-banging every well-dressed dude on the F BECAUSE IT IS ALL SO GODDAMN GOOD but the fact that so many are suddenly well shod plus the prevalence of hard-bottoms straight CRIPPLES my ability to tell how rich anyone is. READ MORE
Monday, October 25, 2010
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I said it before and I'll say it again:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
wait. what's this doing ove- ah fuck it.
Is that Cord Jefferson?
RIIIIIIGHT? Noms.
One more thing to fuck up my Soviet-jammed Gaydar.
Also, WHOA guys NETWERRRRRK.
Commenting here 'cause I can't figure out how to at the Hairpin (ack) and must express my Mary love.
OK, but no epaulets unless you're a renta-a-cop. Ever.
[insert brilliant comment from other post here]