We're available, queens!
The big one is available now after "his" family left on a taxpayer-paid vacation!
Who dat?
Posted on 03/20/2014 12:43:49 PM PDT by massmike
Johnny Weir and Victor Voronov have decided to call it quits, the figure skating commentator announced on Twitter.
"It is with great sadness that I announce that my husband and I are no longer together. My heart hurts, and I wish him well," he wrote yesterday.
Even though this relationship didn't work out, Weir, 29, let his fans know he hasn't given up on love.
"No matter what, I am a cheerleader of love and partnership and creation. I am sad yet I am thankful that I was loved and that I could love," he added.
Voronov added that he was also shocked by the sudden end of his marriage.
"Shocked by the abrupt ending of my marriage and am dealing with the trauma including multiple things I am just now becoming aware of..." he wrote.
(Excerpt) Read more at abcnews.go.com ...
We're available, queens!
The big one is available now after "his" family left on a taxpayer-paid vacation!
Who dat?
PUKE !
OMG! ping....
Do I care? Should I?
You have a stronger stomach than I.
Can you get any creepier than this rip roaring sexually confused monster? But I still refuse to use homoseuxal stereotypes to call him a Barbie hugging Broadway-showgirl tootsie-roll-eating lizard worshiper, a brown-wind-loving pole pushing vacuum-lipped anal warrior, a carrot-swallowing poodle owning skipping little hotdog-eater, a chalk-licking lavender sniffing cheeky merrymonkey pole-vaulter, a cigar smoking giggling little donut-puncher, a Crisco-hoarding, rainbow-prancing, Fucsia Puffed batty boy, a feminine-acting, stick-twiddling parade-marching ball-juggler, a gerbil-feeding flower sniffing rainbow-squatting bottoms-up boy, a giggling little donut-puncher, a glitter-loving tail-tickling Cleveland Steamer pooftah, a ham-slamming organ grinder, a latte-swilling, boy-texting pump-a-loaf bread-boffer, a limp-wristed prancing knob-jockey , a loafer-lightening grass-tickling pounder of fudge, a merrily-hopping NPR-listening musical-favoring chin-trauma patient, a merry delicate lightly-prancing dress-favoring protein-burper, a pearl-necklace adorned tumblebunny , a petal-covered swishing basket-burglar , a pink-sequin-adorned squeeze-friendly rectum-flagellator, a quiche-slurping, glitter-coated nimble-dancer, a rose-sprinkling, first-chair rusty-trombone pole-vaulter, a rump-radar-pinging, butterbutt loving, feathered drag princess, a sibilant-s-pronouncing girl-drink-swilling fruity little balltender, a silent-screaming bed-bouncing pump-wearing butt pilot, a skipping lavender-scented pillow-biter, a skipping lavender-scented pillow-biter , a soap-dropping, spanks-wearing, cabana-boy-loving.
That would be mean.
My poor sister is named Gay. She was born in 1949.
“... Fucsia Puffed batty boy, a feminine-acting, stick-twiddling parade-marching ball-juggler, a gerbil-feeding flower sniffing rainbow-squatting bottoms-up boy, a giggling little donut-puncher, a glitter-loving tail-tickling Cleveland Steamer pooftah, a ham-slamming organ grinder, a latte-swilling, boy-texting pump-a-loaf bread-boffer, a limp-wristed prancing knob-jockey , a loafer-lightening grass-tickling pounder of fudge...”
WOW!
Just WOW!
A gay friend of mine was an adamant opponent of gay marriage. I asked him why one time and he replied in two words: “Gay divorce.”
Holy fag, Batman!
That’s not a big enough receptacle!
Not a fan.
news for ABC or any other media outlet I meant.
These people are obsessed with this kind of homo crap
agree, I never refer to them as what they want and have that happy name attached to them.
They are homosexuals, queers etc but never gay.
I had my politically correct niece over watching one night. I was sitting in my chair laughing at the little queen and she was mortified. It was delightful.
Good! - She needs it.
Or mud packers, if they’re unionized. :o)
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I’m surprised the comments are not closed on that site, knowing how ABC is pushing the sodomite agenda.
I got home from dinner a little while ago with a splitting headache and this image isn’t helping one bit! I can even see that it’s definitely NOT a photoshop. Cute shoes.....
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