I think I just tricked a bunch of guys at my work into thinking I’m car savvy.
They were all discussing different types of cars and one of them jokingly asked me what my dream car was.
Naturally, I said a black, ‘67 Chevy Impala.
They all got these really impressed and surprised looks on their faces and started nodding, saying things like “Yeah.” “Nice choice.” “That’s a good one.”
They think I’m a car person now.
So we’re driving to a thanksgiving dinner, and we had to pick up my cousin (who is gay) and my aunts friends (who are gay and married to each other) and they started talking about how it’s practically a gay club. so i think ‘this is my moment’, and lean over to my mum, who is also waiting in the car, and tell her in the most deadpan voice i can muster, i say ‘congrats, you’re the only straight one here.’
*points to bedroom* This is where we frick frack.
*points to kitchen* This is where we snick snack.
*points to living room* This is where we kick back.
*points to bathroom* This is where we shit shat.
*points to couch* This is where we chit chat.
*points to computer* This is where we click clack.
*points to shelf* This is where weknick knack.
*points to sex dungeon* This is where we paddy-whack.
What a truly awful website this is