Gay dudes are funny. At a club this past weekend with my bud Greg we head to a couch in the back and just watch some tube while we drink it up and prepare ourselves for the evening. We’re both pretty gone, and we notice these dudes that are all over eachother (3 of them) and just kind of chuckle, because there are some gay clubs right up the street… Were they looking for new recruits or something? Greg is a dick, and he feels the need to start rubbing my leg in front of them… Bad news. They take this as some sort of signal and take interest to us. Greg and I continue to talk but I make a point to watch these dudes out of the corner of my eye. I notice them talking to eachother and seemingly plotting how to reel us in… Bad news indeed. One of them starts doing signals of some sort, which makes me wonder if gay folk have some sort of sign language to identify eachother… I dunno. Anyway, when it starts to get heated and the gay dudes move in, I grab my drink and make a run for it. Turning around, I notice they are pissed… Whatever gay dudes, you can’t handle this.

For the record, I have no problem with gay folks, I just don’t like when they act weird around me and want to push in my stool… That ain’t cool. That rhymes…

Oh yeah, we also met some really hot chicks from California that were in the bag, but Jessica got angry at me (like fight angry), which caused them to run away Such is life… It’s just good to know I still got game baby!