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Here is one story retold, albeit with a pithier ending:


From abah:

im not gay!

What happened: Some friends and I were sitting at the foodcourt in the mall one night. I like to joke around with them about my sexuality, since I am straight but have been known to act gay. My friend, let's call him John, was telling stories about being on a rowing team in high school. When he explained about there being seven other guys in the boat, one of my friends said, "So, how does it make you feel knowing that John shared a boat with seven other guys?" John and I are usually hanging out together because I don't like being at home, and he drives.

What I said: How do you think we met?

What I SHOULD have said: But I have him all to myself now...

on the stairs

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