things people do for free t-shirts
This weekend, I went to the Castro Street Fair with some friends. As I’ve had a ridicuously shitty past couple of months, it was good to hang out with friends.
Also, blog fodder. There’s always blog fodder. I’ll leave the person involved with this conversation anonymous until he’s really okay with me posting details about his personal life. (Or until he gets his website up, whatever’s first.) Okay, I’ll say it; it’s Adam.
(The scene: Ernie is walking up Castro Street with some friends. He’s eating a chocolate chip cookie when two forsames* come up to me with a boutique beautiy store t-shirt. “You look like you like free stuff, Asian boy,” they seem to say, hand me the shirt, and walk away.)
Ernie: Oooh, hey guys, I just got a free t-shirt!
Friend: Ugh, lucky bitch. The last time I got a free t-shirt I had to suck cock for it.(Cut to Ernie, choking on said chocolate chip cookie)
Ernie: …
Friend: What? We were at Power House, he was kinda cute. I went down on him. Turns out he worked for some DVD company and gave me a t-shirt afterwards.
Ernie: …
Friend: …
Ernie: Uhm.. what would you have done for a water bottle? A paperweight? How bout one of those lightweight rubber frisbees?
Friend: Oooh. Well, first, I would probably…
Ernie: Oh look! A booth that sells rainbow windchimes!
* I got the term forsame from my friend Royce. As in, “Gay White Male, in-shape, masculine and attractive in his late 20’s seeks forsame for friends.” Use it in a derogatory term today!
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