As I have mentioned, I am moving. I have also mentioned that I hate moving. Unfortunately, I am discovering that I only have myself to blame in having to move myself because of a fatal mistake I made.
You see, when I moved here I tried to make as many friends as possible; however, I failed to make any lesbian friends.
This saddens me.
It saddens me because lesbians can be awesome. They can protect me when I go out, change the oil in my car, beat up bad guys, and, most importantly, lesbians are the best at moving.
Seriously, they move constantly - mostly in with each other.
Once in Little Rock, I saw a lesbian moving a mattress and a box spring AT THE SAME TIME. She hoisted them over her head and carried them inside. I'm a gay boy. I have to have two people help me carry first the mattress and then the box spring.
So not fair!