Who would YOU go gay for?

Last night I went to B-dubs to watch some football and to watch the Braves get their ass handed to them on a silver platter. And somewhere around beer number 4, someone brought up hot celebrities and...well it's all a bit fuzzy from there. We began discussing who we would go gay for and the first person named was Angelina Jolie. And I don't know if it was the number of beers I'd already consumed or the fact that she just pisses me off in general (JAnniston, I've always got your back), but I made a sour face and said "gross".

i feel like death run-over

ugh. why do i do this to myself? why do i allow myself to drink on thursday nights...at all? it never ends well. i feel like someone stabbed a fork into both of my eyeballs and twisted them around like spaghetti.

this is not going to be a good post. i'm also not capitalizing anything. on purpose. the shift key takes too much effort. as does completing coherent thoughts right now. so yeah. jerry is one of my allt-time fave bartenders, but i kind of hate him right now. for the shots. and there's plenty more where that came from. i'm not trying to insinuate anything there. i simply am typing the first thing that comes to my mind that translates to my fingers. right. ok.