Beau and his best friend Jay (they refer to each other as my heterosexual life partner all of the time) are terrorizing New York.
And they're doin' it right with fancy hotel rooms, tickets to events, and great meals.
I got a text message from him in Times Square with this news flash:
There are a lot of plasticky, fake women here.
Not surprising (and nice to know that's not what he likes, because, with me, that's definitely not what he gets), but the next text was the one that made me chuckle:
I just saw a girl with a fake butt!
Sooooo many questions. :)
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