So this past Saturday, I was at a going away party for one of my friends. 3 Pints and 1 flask in, I decided I needed to call Richard. Like, right that second. Had to…

We usually play Halo or some sort of videogame on weekends but due to a surprisingly busy weekend schedule, it was Saturday night and we still had yet to play a game… I assume this was what was going on in my head at the time.  The following conversation ensued which I’ll let Richard tell, as he does a far better job then my shoddy memories can recall.  This is a true story.

*phone rings*
Richard: “Waddup!”
Joey (amidst loud noise and clearly drunk): “Richard…Richard, I’m at a bar!”
Richard: “I can hear that.”
Joey: “We’ll play games tomorrow, okay?”
Richard: “Alright, man. Have fun.”
Joey: “Richard…Richard, I…I love you.”
Richard: “Thanks, man.”
Joey: “No, Richard, say it back.”
Richard: “I really don’t think that’s necess-“
Joey: “I love you. Say it back.”
Richard: “I love you.”
Joey (enthusiastically): “Yeah! Now it’s a gay bar!”
Joey: “Call you tomorrow!”
Richard: “Okay. Later.”
*hangs up*

So in summary… That’s how gay bars work.

-Joey
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