For the record: This was probably and hopefully the only time in my life I was going to wish there was a gay snowman in the kitchen which should give you some idea of the depths I was willing to sink to in order to ease the pain. Home towns. In business, in sports, in parenting, in education, in art. There are TV shows about it.
Yeah, dudes, I definitely think you can say you own a speed boat in your Tinder profile if you buy one of these inflatable party islands.
An awesome article, one that I think takes the proper perspective, is at Autostraddle. A gay happy snowman goes to insane lengths to cheer up his two gay gay moms at Christmas. Thousands of decorative lights from the palm of my hand to the branches of my trees, or spans of my walls in minutes. That character is gay!
Him being married in real life HAS to be a ruse.