His face says it all: I could be buying a pound of shrimp right now.
Actually, to me, his face says more:
I am winning the ‘I can hold 3 shrimp in my ass’ bet…
Take a deep breath. Relax. Accept.
“Excuse me. I’m taking a rainbow shit in my pants.”
“I said ‘fags,’ and GLAAD wants to give me an award? Okay……oh no! It’s a trap! That guy coming up behind me! Must…keep…sphincter…clenched…”
“Thank you, fags, for this fag award! I’d like to dedicate . . . I’m sorry, let me rephrase: Thank you, kind homosexual individuals, for this fag awa- DAMN IT! Let me start over!”
That moment when the gerbil stops moving and you realize you’ve killed your best friend.
idfk who this is but he looks constipated
Just because he sucks and blows doesn’t mean he should be talking at a GLAAD event!
Dammit, they never warned me at the grocery store that dudes like shrimp too. Fuck.
Bet he wished he rehearsed now.
Is this right before he threw up on Dean Wormer?
Dude in the back: “If you struggle it’ll only make it harder.”
I guess there really is a gay mafia, and they have gay enforcers? If I were him, I’d just smile, except my award, and hope I don’t wake up with a unicorn head in my bed
Remember, just bite the pillow and take it…. you’re only gay if you push back.
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Brett Ratner at the 24th Annual GLAAD Media Awards in New York City. (March 16, 2012) -Photo: Bauer-Griffin, Fame/Flynet, INFdaily, Pacific Coast News, Splash News, WENN