I don't know, all the gay fellas I knew in Denver all drove terribly butch pickup trucks, even the ones who were mincing, prancing Nellies.
I don't know why or how Ray knows all this about gay porn. Plus, Pat is waaaay too much of a dick for Ray to be buying him a sedan. However, he did buy a cherried-out '65 Ford Galaxie for Beef, so maybe he just likes buying his homeboys a decent ride. Heh. That sentence could be
misconstrued in a different context. Heh.
Also, I am sitting at home after having burned through 200 rounds out at the range. I am also drinking a delicious beer. The ridiculous liquor store ran out of
Alaskan Amber for about 2 months, which was frustrating. However, they have it now, it has been months since I've been out shooting, and I am relaxing with some of my favorite rituals (listening to music, surfing the intarwub, drinkin' a beer, having just freshly henna'd my hair. I also have some wash in the laundry. Today is a pretty damn fine day). I have a badass .357 that belonged to my friend's grandfather, and it was his grandfather's sidearm (who was the head of homicide in Portland) right before his granddad retired. It's a S&W and my friend casts his own bullets, so I have like 500 rounds that he's poured for me. I usually practice with 38 special rounds, but I also have some wicked .357 magnums that damn near take my arm off with the recoil. I love being a badass, tough Alaskan girl.