"HOLY. SHIT. Can you guys stop being such LIBERALS?!"
Yesterday we watched "Boys don't Cry" and Laur screamed and covered her face with a blanket during EVERY SINGLE lesbian scene. We were like, have you seriously never seen that before? I mean, WHAT PLANET DO YOU LIVE ON? Obviously, not one with frat parties, HBO or flippin prime-time cable, for that matter.
I know that when she gets back home she will tell her friends stories of when she had to live with two liberals who talked about sex, gays, transgender and feminism and ate organic food and didn't eat red meat and once Sara threatened to BURN THE AMERICAN FLAG AND MOVE TO CANADA all in one night.
"I don't think I can handle the West-Coast" she told us but I told her that if she could handle living in Philadelphia’s gay-boor-hood where gay men walk around with Louis Vuitton backpacks and paint their dog's toenails to match what they are wearing that day, she could pretty much handle anything that the west coast could serve up.