He is. He wears leggings, a gay version of military 'Jump Boots', has a designer spork, pitches tents in his roomies living room, not to mention playing tent with his roomie on that crusty couch. The guy is like a poor mans Liberace minus any talent.
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3. I have half a dozen designer sporks. Carrying a full set of stainless steel eating utensils adds to my GVM, and I'd rather put that weight in my oversized fuel and water tanks.
4. I have never pitched a tent inside of house but I may do if the power goes out like they're projecting this summer in my State of Victoria and the little one needs to cool down from the 110-120F heat:
4. My roomie is the mother of my child, and we regularly root everywhere in the house... couches included... She likes my emergency preparedness, thermal leggings, work boots, investment in tech to make the hiccups more bearable, but above all... she loves my sense of fashionable lounge furniture...
What have you got, Dobby? A 70's avocado green lounge with 5000 shart stains interspersed with geriatric dribble, (cock and mouth)?
Listen, old man...
(That's the sound of your life dribbling out in your colostomy bag)...