Aight, so this is how this little ditty went. (I started this one early summer, I plan to start updating this MUCH more frequently though).
A couple of days ago, my recently graduated and college bound friend, Yibin (please watch this for a better understanding of Yibin), invited me to his 18th birthday party trip to San Francisco for a day of sun, fun, and vibrating butt plugs. I was a tad weary at first because I didn't know most of the guest list, but luckily a few friends I knew would be going (the Jennifermiester and the Glennonmiester). So, I went down to the corner store to get some much needed supplies for the treacherous expedition through the Land of the Gays:
1. Hair conditioner and skin moisturizer- To fit in and keep from procuring attention from the more aggressive hot dog handlers.
2. Vanilla Hazel Burst lip gloss- Another mechanism to maintain their Gaydars at a steady frequency.
3. A large bag of meat salami's- A back-up component just in case a Burly Bill or Husky Harry tries to take action.
So, after getting the supplies, it was time to shake it on down to the BART station. I wasn't really sure about where to meet up with everybody, but had an idea it was in the circle-ish opening in the center of the station. Naturally, I started walking toward it until something caught my eye. An astute pale man with tall, curly, firey hair and a matching scruffy orange goatee. Oh my gosh! It's that weird guy I see at school sometimes that makes me giggle inside because of his astounding ability to stand out so well. I quickly thought to myself, "lawl copter, looks like that guy is gonna be with us all day" (nothing interesting happened with him actually, he's quite a nice a fellow.) Guess I wasted a bunch of setup huh? I then befriended this Indian guy in Yibin's friend group and the rest of the day was fine. I guess I'll just put this here then.
It was kinda disappointing, all that preparation for nothing, not one Marvelous Marvin confronted me the whole day! I didn't even get any:
"don't worry, it won't hurt"s
or
"Trust me, I've done this before, now let me see those feet."
Oh well, maybe I'll just wear more colorful clothes next time...
...or be a walrus.
Because EVERYBODY knows all gay guys love walruses.
