TrooBloo

Yeah, I also saw Obsession.

In gay culture, this is called Texting Like A Bottom.

Kid Rock looks like he’s waiting under a bridge to ask you his questions three.

I finally read that last year. What a wild read, worth the intimidating length.

I love the way the long, ultra-wide shots of empty landscape give you the sense of isolation, the notion that if that guy looking for that lost gold feels like he needs to shoot you dead in your own home, he probably can get away with it. Who’s coming to save you or seek your justice? There’s no one around for miles. There’s a mule outside grinding flour you could beckon, maybe.

I’ll start: Ribeyes were over $20 each the other day.

“Sugar”

Because we were working in the garage and she came over. Dressed in tight, revealing clothing with her breasts pushed up, she asks us a few times if we want to buy any sugar. We were certain she wasn’t talking about baking, but we weren’t sure if she was a sex worker or offering booger sugar. So henceforth, she became Sugar. We’re pretty gay, but not sure if she read that. So maybe it was the latter?

Muscular twink

Why I oughta…