“But you’re gay… why do you like sailing and WWE?”
“Well, I feel like both of those are pretty gay considering the reputation the Navy has and WWE being all sweaty men.”
“EXPLAIN FIREARMS THEN.”
“Shooty go pew.”
“WHAT ARE YOU?!”
“Hungry.”
Based off of a real conversation I’ve had.
I was considering dating a dude once who fit that bracket perfectly. I buy multiple copies of the same sweatpants. I have 40 of the same socks. 15 of the same underwear. I don’t give a tittering fuck about clothes. He wanted to spend 4 hours at the mall just looking at clothes. For a second date.
I almost killed myself and then him.