So I was talking to a friend of mine who's opposed to same-sex marriage. His whole thing is that sure, they're in love, but where does it end? Are we gonna let some guy marry his dog because he's "in love" with his dog? And I gotta tell you - he really almost had me convinced. Because when I was 12 I had this sock that I was totally in love with! I so would've married this sock!
And really, if I'm being honest, it wasn't just one sock. There were like five or six socks I rotated between. One time I even tried two socks at once. And it was fine until the two socks got stuck together. Then it was the two of them and me off in the corner by myself. Fucking last time I'll ever try a three-way.
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