Gripping the brakeshaft, idly thumbing the button, my phone buzzed.
Text. Anton needs a pickup at the bar. Date must be bad.
Why can't I quit you? I think to myself, popping the brake. My hand slides up the gear, the head sliding into my palm as I jerk it into first. Screaming tires and red tail-light afterglow leave the only evidence of my presence.
you just don't understand innovation. Gear shifters are for beta cucks and always have been.
Fellas, is it gay to handle a stick shift?
Look, I'm just trying to help my gay friends get around the city. It's not my fault they want a cigarette after I drop them off.
Me, turning to my gay friend while raising an eyebrow suggestively as we pull up:
"So... is this where you get off, cowboy?"
Gripping the brakeshaft, idly thumbing the button, my phone buzzed.
Text. Anton needs a pickup at the bar. Date must be bad.
Why can't I quit you? I think to myself, popping the brake. My hand slides up the gear, the head sliding into my palm as I jerk it into first. Screaming tires and red tail-light afterglow leave the only evidence of my presence.
I mean kinda, grabbing such a phallic thing
but it's only gay if you shove it up your assNone of my cars even have gears, I just put it in D and drive
Such a
fan that you continue to honor Order No. 227 to this day in your commute to the racism factory. Not a step back!