Today three friends of Dorothy helped a piece of white bread park his beautiful, stranded cherry red vintage Chevy truck elegantly in a spot off the street where it’d conked out.
And then, his five straight buddies came out with a can of gas and lots of Mid Dick Energy and he told them about us.
“They wanted me so bad,” he said. “Had to shake them gays off me, alright.”
He wishes.
(Only some of this actually happened. Any similarity with real people and stuff is pure coincidence and all that jazz.)
Gays rule!
King of Cups 