Professional dancers have got to go. They’re always wiggling around like they have to go pee, even when they’re at the dinner table. Then “Ring My Bell” comes on and they lean over going, “I don’t know how you can sit still like that.” Get the fuck away from me, snakey man. Comments/Enlarge See all
When you see fags in the West Village prancing around yelling “We’re here, we’re queer,” it’s a great big yaaaawn. When you see this puckered homo walking through the streets of Moscow (a place where they’re so scared of being near gays they prefer bats to knives), you feel like high-fiving him and screaming “Yoh, dude!” like he’s a human dare. Comments/Enlarge See all
