I said to this dude at spybar last night “ayoo it’s 7-11 free slurpees” and he said “what?” and I said “it’s July 11th… free slurpees” and he said “man, free everybody”
When she throws the fan and catches it I feel gay on a supernatural level. The spirit of gay guy music video night possesses me. It's like The Exorcist in my apartment where I'm Regan and Pazuzu is an elder queer. In this scenario Madonna is Satan and Ellen Burstyn is Debi Mazar.