While on a pub crawl gone wild with my Mister GayMess, we decided to play a new game that he affectionately dubbed, "I Think I Found Your Future Husband."
Mr. GM: "So I found your future husband."
Me: "Oh, yes. I can already tell this will be an awesome blog."
Mr. GM: "That white doughboy right there."
Me: "That fat guy making out with his girlfriend?"
Mr. GM: *shrugging* "He's as good as any."
Mr. GM: "He doesn't smell, and he isn't homeless."
Me: *incredulously* "Let me grab my phone and email this to myself."
Mr. GM: "On second glance, I don't want him to hang out with us."
Me: "Fucking DUH!"
Mr. GM: *sighs pensively* "That homeless man failed the sniff test miserably, but I still made out with him 3 weeks later...and he cried."
Me: "PLEASE GOD say you will be my co-blogger!!!
Mr. GM: "Maybe..."
So if you want more from Mr. GayMess, let us know...