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October 04, 2006



Decaf next time, dude.


Hey AJ...just let them know you're an Indigo Girls fan, and they'll warm right up to you. Just know one or two song titles in case they quiz you on it.


They wear sneakers? The lesbians I went to school with wore work boots. Even the skinny petite ones.


I heart men.


C'mon AJ, I remember Rosie sitting on your face.

Mister Groonk

"BARISTAS?" You Veronica Mars watching fool, you.

They may hate the "man phallus," but I bet you donuts to hot dogs that someone in that group had a "fake phallus."*

What's with that?

*Remembers the Chasing Amy "everybody needs penis" rant by Banky and laughs.


No no no! Lesbians like Birkenstocks!


Darius-- Good idea.

Chuck-- I can't stand the Indigo dudes... er... I mean girls.

Rabbit-- Oh yeah, those big, yellow Timberland. You're right. I've seen that, too. (shiver)

Jax-- They heart you, too.

Wombat-- I just hurled. I can't even listen to that woman talk, there's no way I'd go anywhere near her lap.

Groonker-- "The hero's name is Maleekwa, and he's descended from the black tribe that established the first society on the planet, while all you European motherfuckers were hiding out in caves and shit, all terrified of the sun."

Stacy-- They do. They also like vagina. (shrug)


I love Melissa Etheridge's music, but I had the mistaken idea to take Esso to one of her concerts. He'd never seen so many lesbians in his life as that night (well, not in one place or clothed). At one point, several rows ahead of us, a woman stood up and yelled to the stage, "Speak for us, Melissa!" He still talks about how awkward and out of place he felt, and if I ever go to another one of her concerts, I'm going to find a girl to go with me.


I guess they have figured you out ;-)

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