picture window in the restaurant, a stunning view of two of the city's gems, plus good people watching. when we can, we sit and have a quick lunch or a cuppa. long slow week unpopulated by stay-cationers, (tyvm, kb) so a bit of extra window time for certain.
chef sees a guy: "oh, that fucking guy. at restaurant x, we called him *scottie-too-hottie*. always lookin' in the mirror, always checkin' out dudes, but with a too hot girl-friend."
guy in question did have a very tight t-shirt, an up-da-butt kinda walk, and a brisk pace.
"gay?"
"so fuckin' gay. liberace gay."
"yeah, so?"
"went to get him to go drinkin' one night. he's not home. g/f answers the door in a little robe that *slipped* open. me an' my friend were bangin' the shit outta her in less than 10 minutes. whadda fuckin' whore."
ahem. ok, so that makes you... what exactly?
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