If I have a
son
And
he comes to me telling me that he's gay, I'm not going to
pretend to accept him. I'm not going to cry about it in my
room at night. I'm not going to sit around wishing for the
perfect son. I'm going to look at him, smile, tell him
I'll always love him no matter what, then drag his butt down
to the beach so we can both scope out hot guys.
nmf
Admit
it
We've
all tried
"Like a good neighbor State Farm is there!"
nmf
