I’m still recovering today from another usual Friday night in New York: Get home, go for a run, play Dance Dance Revolution, go out clubbing, get in a fight, win the fight, dance to a Smiths cover band. I’ve since been told that winning the fight cancelled out the high ‘gay’ quotient of playing Dance Dance Revolution. So that all worked out for the best.
did you fight a girl?
Nah you’re still gay. Gayboy.