Question for Gay's

[davinxtk]

Fartin, for a long time I thought you had at least some kind of brain function left. You know, it was the sort of eternally confused, thrashing, wasting-time-until-you-die brain function that a cat whose skull has just been crushed under a car tire has, but at least it was there. You've just proven to me that, spare nerve activity in your typing fingers, you're pretty much one hundred percent comatose.
The point wasn't to say "You're seriously going to sit here and try to out-gay me?" as though I could clearly out-gay you with my superb fashion sense and loose asshole; it's that you're a childish fucking idiot for trying to one-up me in regards to how much we know about homosexuals. What pushing-fifty, clawing for youth kind of a status symbol is that? Have you lost all ability to reason?
Go fucking brag to the kids about how much you know about gay people. Go tell the wife you're fully learned on the ways of the homosexual. I think you might want to keep this quiet around the neighbors, though, you don't want them getting the wrong idea.
Or the right one, for that matter.






Oh, and for the record:
D: All of the above.