It’s six months and he loves me: backslapping, high fives, “Juan!”s…

THIS IS HOMOEROTICISM!!!

(I’ve never really done that.)

I’m swinging a thing, swinging on a thing, thrusting up a thing, jumping on a thing. Four times.

“YOU’RE GOOD WITH THINGS, MAN!!!”

“YEAH I AM!!!”

So take that bag, run with that bag, faster with that bag–the woman in front of me has a nice shape–and Pitbull’s not that bad.

DAMN!!!

Yeah, man.