"Desire huh? What the fuck does that mean? Does that mean you're into dudes with fucking long hair, smell like beer, have shitty tattoos; maybe they hang out at the bowling alley! Maybe, just maybe you'll go out back and rub their sick crotch; he'll stick his hands down your pants. Meanwhile, your boyfriend's sitting at home jerking off to fucking gay porn"
Haggard (2003)
Dir: Bam Margera
I've told her not to get her hopes up. "After all," I say, "we're only going to celebrate it for half a minute" when she asked what in the world I was talking about, I pointed out "This is your thirty-second birthday"