GREG GRUNBERG now…. :P
Good thing I’m not a bottom.Truth in so many ways.
Wtf is this bullshit?
Our families think we talk to people who are dressed up in Lady Gag costumes? No they don’t.
Our straight friends think we make fun of other gay people? Only if you’re an asshole.
Society thinks we make out with other guys? No shit.
I can’t even tell what the twinks think we do. Turn into Chris Colfer and fall to the ground?
We think we sit shirtless on towels? Sometimes we do. So what?
But we actually cry a lot or something.
This is one of the dumbest things I’ve ever seen.
“ITS A JOKE NOT A DICK, DON’T TAKE IT SO HARD!”
Want to cry about it?
why, when youre doing enough for us all?
It is all perspective. This trending collage of photos has been cycling the net for a bit now… so I assume you have no sense of humor, no sense of reality, and no sense of how this works… i refuse to take the time to explain life to you.
also, i refuse to take too much time to attempt an argument to educate anyone on the hilarious comments you have about this collage.
so i will leave with noting that your list of over-sensitive complaints directly correlates to the last photo in the collage.
PS: MAX ADLER!!!! nuff’ said
Why are a few of my friends fighting over some Glee faggot? Y’all bottoms need to calm the shit down and untwist those pink Victoria’s Secret panties! <3 <3
That explains a lot. You clearly just need a good, hard dicking.
On the other hand…why does he care?
Wait, is there a party in this interaction that’s taking anything seriously?
Alex and Jerry both have problems with joking, sarcasm, maturity…
There’s a good chance that they’re both taking you seriously. I don’t think they know you, despite running in the same circles.
Max Adler
I am not the wind that blows which way, she does not know whether she will stay.
I am not the seasons that ever-change, inconsistent rhythm, gaudy display.
I am not the tide captured by moon, whose phases control my march, my move
But I am fire, love and heart consuming all within my grasp
I burn, I beat, I grow for you for you my love truly, only for you.
I am not the seasons that ever-change, inconsistent rhythm, gaudy display.
I am not the tide captured by moon, whose phases control my march, my move
But I am fire, love and heart consuming all within my grasp
I burn, I beat, I grow for you for you my love truly, only for you.
“
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