remembrances, recollections, ramblings, and ruminations of a former rebellious teenager who still remembers, well, some stuff . . .
How do you find this stuff?
my best gay boyfriend, Randy, is madly love with Joe, which is how I found him. And I understand why--did you see those shoulders and dreamy eyes? Plus the way he abused that Ann Coulter photo? Joe. My. God. But he's gay. Sigh. Not that there's anything wrong with that.
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How do you find this stuff?
my best gay boyfriend, Randy, is madly love with Joe, which is how I found him. And I understand why--did you see those shoulders and dreamy eyes? Plus the way he abused that Ann Coulter photo? Joe. My. God.
But he's gay. Sigh.
Not that there's anything wrong with that.
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