What if you are in a manly bar drinking manly beer. And you strike up a manly conversation with an other man about lumberjacking or something. And when you talk about sharpening your manly axe, you accidentally touch their hairy hand. Which causes your piercingly manly gazes to lock like the door on a sportscar.
So you start talking about WWE and show each other how to perform a death grip with your arms tightly around each other.
Then you want to test the strength of their lips, by giving them a manly kiss.
And you carry them like a firefighter into a toilet stall to compare your manly leather underwear.
And you end up fucking the shit out of each other.
Exactly. You’re in the grocery store for something other than beer? Gay.
And that ignores the fact that just buying feminine products makes you Uber-Queer.
I have an other.
What if you are in a manly bar drinking manly beer. And you strike up a manly conversation with an other man about lumberjacking or something. And when you talk about sharpening your manly axe, you accidentally touch their hairy hand. Which causes your piercingly manly gazes to lock like the door on a sportscar.
So you start talking about WWE and show each other how to perform a death grip with your arms tightly around each other. Then you want to test the strength of their lips, by giving them a manly kiss. And you carry them like a firefighter into a toilet stall to compare your manly leather underwear.
And you end up fucking the shit out of each other.
Is that gay?
Fabulously specific…
Were socks being worn? Was “no homo” uttered?