Tales of a gay man
he continued, biting his thumb nail as he glared at me, "if you just write it for me, I can copy it in my own writing, and that should work"
"Think again" I scoffed, "I said I'd help you, not do it for you".
Parker scowled and rolled his eyes.
"Fine" he growled, and for the next forty minutes, I had the unpleasing task of trying to teach the muscular dimwit the very basics of the English language.
"It's not *there*" I sighed for the fifth time, "it's *they're,* as in *they are*".
Parker stared at me with a look of profound confusion, even though we'd had this exact conversation less than five minutes prior, and seemed to give up.
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