You know the kind...the ones that race to the swag table to pick up all their free gifts before their date gets there...then acts like she's so funny. The girls with the "giggle, giggle hair twist" that gay guys emulate but know are as stupid as their bag of swag? This team suffers from chronic vagina override...and for the longest time I've put up with it, but when it starts to hurt my friend Benjamin, then the giggling stops, the hairdryers get unplugged and the ditzy girls go packin....I can't tolerate one more second of these two girls that were forced on to my team without even asking if they could call themselves friends of MY FAMILY....
I'm so tired of these two trying to make themselves into something that they aren't...they aren't heroes, they aren't smart and they certainly don't have anything that my investigation is looking for...they represent the smallest portion of the victim pool and have done nothing for the largest. They're the first in line for a hand out...they're the first in line blowing out their birthday candles...and they're the first ones to say, "don't talk to Kevin about anything"...fuck you girls, you deserve everything a prosecutor can throw at you...and I'm their star witness.
These kinds of women think of men for one thing...free drinks...and that's it. We're gay men in the middle of a crisis and these two women have double handedly slowed this investigation to a stand still. Just wait until a prosecutor finds out what they didn't do in Sedona, Arizona and all the times they second guessed me to say no. I'm the god damn informant...they are suspects...not worth my time any longer.
