So, Ryan walks in today, throws my "Gay Men's Englsh" book in my closet, changes into an Iowa shirt, tried to find the penis squirt gun, looked in shame at our beer bottle display, and left.  I sat there a little while and it clicked.  The Lindsays are in town.  I think they might have given him a behavioral syllabus.  When I met Ashley's parents for the first time we talked about Slipknot and her dad gave me a double fist pound.  Ah, yes, my friends, life is good.

Ravi struck at 15:09