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He Asked Me to Leave This Back­pack Here and Not Open It

Queer: So, I went to that new dance club last night.
Fag hag: Oh, re­al­ly? Any good?
Queer: Yeah… They were play­ing some weird dis­co mu­sic, which should’ve tipped me off. But any­way, this guy start­ed hit­ting on me right away.
Fag hag: Oooh! Was he hot?
Queer: Sor­ta. I mean, he had this gi­gan­tic mous­tache.
Fag hag: Hm­mm. He mus­ta been a ter­ror­ist.
Queer: Ac­tu­al­ly, he did have that ter­ror-es­que gleam in his eye.
Fag hag: So, did you hook up or what?
Queer: Oh, yeah, to­tal­ly fucked him in the bath­room. That ter­ror-es­que gleam is damn sexy.

–Lin­coln Cen­ter

Over­heard by: Mi­Mi

Choose Your Own Dat­ing Ad­ven­ture

Hag: I see her point, I think that’s why I don’t have a boyfriend ei­ther. I’m just too high main­te­nence.
Queer: Ha! Girl, you are not high main­te­nance, you are just plain old needy.

–17th & 5th

Over­heard by: Thirsty Vi­o­let

Woman: You are not needy, you are so worth it!

–Ele­phant and Cas­tle, Green­wich Av­enue

Over­heard by: we­cant­draw