Love Is a Four Letter Word Page #2

A lot of relationships go bad

when people move in together.

I just don't want

that to happen to us.

Baby, it won't.

We just have to be

considerate of each other,

and give each other some slack.

Right?.

Right.

Besides, it's too late.

Unless you were planning...

on putting me out on

the street or something.

I didn't say I changed my mind.

Are you trying to get me drunk?

Yeah, a little bit.

Here, let's have a toast, okay?

To ten wonderful

months together and...

many, many more to come.

I love you.

I love you more.

Let the manhunt begin.

Loose a button, make a friend.

You gonna come up for air, baby?

It's just so cavernous.

I'm addicted to cleavage.

I don't understand it.

Um, maybe because

it resembles ass?

Halt.

Quality control.

I need to verify that this

drink is not poisoned.

Water?.

What?. Are you

pregnant or something?

That is a rare species of cock.

What are you? Some kind

of penis anthropologist?.

What do we have here, Mace?

We have an ergonomic variety.

Not often found in North America.

I am South African.

Well that explains it.

So what will it be Luke?

Something stiff and

fruity. Like my men.

Two vodkas. Splash of cranberry.

I've got me a

twenty-five dollar p*ssy,

ladies and gentlemen. Oh, my god.

A five dollar ghetto booty

and two dollar titties.

Oh there they go.

Who needs Botox when

you got cupcakes?

You know what Annie

said, don't you?

Uh, who?

You know, Orphan Annie.

That lucky little b*tch

with the red hair.

I give up.

You're never fully

dressed without a smile.

And that would make you naked.

I see...

So, what do you do?

Oh.

Now did you go ask him

what he does for a living?

Yeah...

Cause Luke is allergic

to that question.

Vodka.

I cannot be defined

by how I pay my rent.

Then how? By that ridiculous scarf

and all the body glitter?

Honey, if you're not sparkling -

what the f*** are you doing?

Touch.

I'm Luke.

What name do they call

out when they pin...

your ankles behind your ears?

I'm Stephen.

Stephen with a V or

Stephen with a PH?

Uh... PH.

Just verifying that you are gay.

Just for the record - my ankles

are never behind my ears.

Try yoga. You'll get there.

Not necessary, I'm a total top.

How... Limiting. Why?

Not that it's any of your business

but I just don't like to get f***ed.

Wait, your name is

Stephen with a PH...

and you're a total top?

Papi, how could you neglect

your prostate like that?

You know, nice talking

with you girls -

And a great reminder of why I

don't come to places like this.

And just what do

you mean by that?.

People here are so... typical.

Are you calling me typical?

Typical might not be

flamboyant enough.

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