Quoted: MeanSteve,
Fuck safety rules. Please don't forget the rules of Heterosexual male conduct.
Repeat after me:
1. I am not Gay
2. No matter how many hours I am alone in the wilderness with HillBillySniper I am not Gay
3. I hope I am not Gay
4. No matter how much cheap wine I drink with HillBillySniper I am still not Gay
5. No matter how many times HillBillySniper wants to watch Deliverance, I am still not Gay
I am not Gay I am not Gay I am not Gay
If you keep repeating the above and you always keep HillBillySniper in front of you, you will be just fine....
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But... what if I am gay? Doesn't that throw your whole advice out of the window and onto the ki-bosh?
Actually, seriously,
what if I am
gay? I haven't been within three feet of a vagina in over half a decade but I've found myself waking up in a soggy ditch with a discarded dental dam laying next to my broken nose more times than I'd like to count.
Does that make me gay? I prefer drinking cheap wine to cheap beer.
I think that Adam Sandler is not funny in the least bit.
Judas Priest is the most rockingist of the rock bands.
I like Dissipator-profile AR uppers.
I utilize proper English grammar rules and conventions, even in casual speech.
The mantra is not "I Am Not Gay." Rather, the mantra should be "What If I'm Not Gay?"
Actually, Beckett has that hot-and-sexy girlfriend, I don't think he has anything about which to worry.
Two cases of Wolf you say? I'll need to see how well my 20" functions with some dirty and greasy Rooskie ammo, just like my weekend in Novgorod, except without the random sex with fifteen year old school-what-I-only-hope-were-girls who all thought that as a Rich American With An Education, that they'd be happy to be my Doting American Wife and get them a Big Fat American Green Card.
God, I love foreign nations. Dash Vidana, Komrade! (I guess that means skoal or something, because this one duder kept saying that when I was drinking some weird blue liquid that bubbled and fizzed as it hit the glass. Rock over Moscow)