One of my primary sources of entertainment when I'm in the college is of a private joke betwen my occasionally gay friend, Darren, and I, namely his habit of chucking things away in the dumpster once the economic profit generated from them drops down to zero. Between the two of us there can only be a balanced sense of humanity if you take the average between his detached pragmatism and my slight tinge of melodramatic romanticism. Also, conversations with him about men usually mean him advocating prostitution and it goes like this:
Me:
Well, of course, I'd never marry someone born with a face made for derision. (Said in jest.)
Darren:
Good to know you're aware that it's a lot more profitable to marry a hot, young man, because if things don't work out you can always pimp him off for massive amounts of cash!
