My boyfriend tho.
I’m sorry I called you ‘dude’ I didn’t know you were a pansexual gender fluid non-binary moca frappuccino with dual acting hydraulic cylinder and leather grip swiss army knife
who identifies as female
Obviously you we’re the trash.
what if there was a show where every character was gay and you had the token straight guy character who acted really stereotypical and was into cars beers and women and everyone was like OH STRAIGHT LARRY YOU’RE SO FUNNY AND STRAIGHT
The Rambling Chapel:
Sipping communion wine from a jar.
Holed up in some wood lined dive.
Verbalizing a new world peace.
With the sincerest hugs and kisses.
These truest ‘I love you’s come from the loose tongued liquids.
Their fiery passion warms our stomachs.
Flushes our cheeks.
Biergartens of prayers answered.
Overflowing with their flattering head.
Miracles in metabolizing.
The sinful lifestyle of the lush.
Perhaps for escape.
Or was it entertainment?
The day was hard.
Elbow grease makes for tired souls.
Seeking their resolve in this worship.
Resting heavy heads on the pew along the bar.
The choir singing hymns on a jukebox.
For finally the day of rest has placed itself upon this bottle.