I love gay besties. You write him so well, I can only assume you have one.
Once again, Patrick's awkward perfection astounds me. You write him well too.
Dang, you write everyone... scratch that, every/thing/ well. I am so ass-kissy right now, I don't even know what to do with myself.
I would love to be ballsy enough to squeeze Patrick's cheeks.
I guess the moral of the story is:
How exactly does one kind of go grocery shopping?