I had a chum at university who was a vegetarian hippy. He was pale, ginger, weedy, always sick, always sad. Girls were always trying to give him sympathy tummy-rubs, but he was just never happy in any relationship with them.
Years later, he got drunk on a particularly depressing night out, and on a mad "sod it" whim, bought a bacon roll.
Upon consuming it, the greasy, salty meaty goodness flowed through his emaciated frame, and his strength and courage rose and rose.
Boldly, triumphantly, he shouted out to the whole world "I'm gay, and I'm proud!"
Since then he's hit the gym, got absolutely ripped and spends his nights grinding away in the temple of dance, surrounded by sweaty muscular young men, and he's never been happier.
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I had a chum at university who was a vegetarian hippy. He was pale, ginger, weedy, always sick, always sad. Girls were always trying to give him sympathy tummy-rubs, but he was just never happy in any relationship with them.
Years later, he got drunk on a particularly depressing night out, and on a mad "sod it" whim, bought a bacon roll.
Upon consuming it, the greasy, salty meaty goodness flowed through his emaciated frame, and his strength and courage rose and rose.
Boldly, triumphantly, he shouted out to the whole world "I'm gay, and I'm proud!"
Since then he's hit the gym, got absolutely ripped and spends his nights grinding away in the temple of dance, surrounded by sweaty muscular young men, and he's never been happier.
100% true story.
Anyway, you were saying something about a P90?