Gay men are the Working Girls of the new millennium. Wearing our sneakers to...– Marcos (via photomuchacho) I stand by this statement. If you’ve had any permutation of an administrative assistant job in the last decade, you’ve probably worked for a woman. It’s not a complaint, it’s just an observation. For the past thirty years, our culture has been...
I’d like to know where in gay hell our reality show is thankyouverymuch.
Topic: Trash Talk
Lester: Well, well, well...look who climbed down from their high horse and fell into the trash where she belongs.
Marcos: It's true−I'm here where you have the homefield advantage. How is that fair?
Marcos: Sorry, I'm feeling particularly spicy today.
Lester: No, don't apologize, I love it.
Marcos: Anyway, how are you today my little Teenage Dream?
Lester: I'm in a really good mood. I did shrooms last night, listened to your drunken voicemail, then I crawled back home and died.
Marcos: I left you a drunken voicemail?
Lester: Yep. Rambling on and on.
Marcos: Sounds like me...
Lester: It was hilarious. You said, "I love you. I'm obsessed with you. I'm going to be you for halloween. Bye."
Marcos: Which, I am. It's a tie between you and one of Celine Dion's miscarriages.
Lester: Well, they're both the same level of commitment.
Marcos: And equally as terrifying. I'd sing, "Cause you were my baby / Now you're on my pants / Whenever you leak from me / I'm gonna dryclean you out."