When my friend with the cat was living in LA and bar-hopping with her good gay friend there, they ended up at this late night bar and the blonde muscular dude she was chatting up turned out to be this Swedish bodybuilder who was in town.
She said she felt bad because her gay friend was having no luck and she was spending all her time on this guy, but right when she was about to leave with him and they were getting up to go, he put her hand on his shoulder to stop her and, his face stricken, was like, "What should I do with my friend Hans?"
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