akeelah and the butt
So, I have this friend; we’ll call him B, for now. He wears designer jeans and works at the front-desk of a gay gym, yet somehow we get along swimmingly.
B: (on the phone with me) So I’m hanging out at [my ex-boyfriends house] and…
Ernie: Wait, what? You’re talking to your ex again?
B: And [my current boyfriend] was tripping out! All crying and shit. “Wah wah, why are you hanging out with your ex-boyfriend again?” I mean, just because I don’t answer your phone calls because I’m at my ex’s house, having a teary eyed moment watching Akeelah and the Bee does NOT mean I’m fucking him in the butt.
E: …
B: What?
E: I don’t know where to start with the wrongness of the previous sentence. For starters, that’s the gayest thing I ever heard.
B: You know what? You should blog it, then.
E: You know what? I will.
So, I have. (Update: Thanks to Huntington for the even better blog title.)
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