I get dragged out by that chick and end up at IKEA tonight. Partly owned right there but I had very strong interests to "be nice" and later give an epic pounding on that new but poorly assembled bedframe.
While chilling on some Euro trash chair, all pumped at 255lb, two queers spot me, one of them comes over and say, "wow, the vein on your bicep is huge, I bet you train a lot". While bullshitting trying to get rid of the cock polisher, I spot the other partner in the back starting to make jealous faces.
I say: "Wow, your "buddy" or "roommate" seems to be pissed... I bet he's the kinda guy who normally bends backward for you and all but need a lot of attention, you better go over before he rips the little paper measuring tape". As the "guy" starts laughing, the other queer most likely heard it all, comes over all pissed and starts a brutal fight between the living room and kitchen alley.
HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!