You ever notice how REAL, classic GAY DUDES never kill women?

[Mister Obvious]

I'm not talking about the newfangled shit out there today, and I ain't talking about bisexuals.

I'm talking about the OG, legit classic gay men...

REAL gay men!

They might kill other men, but it seems like they never kill women.

I want a gay best friend!!!

[Mister Obvious]

Gay dudes are the safest dudes to have in your life!

[Mister Obvious]

I think it means that there are largely sexual motivations behind murder...

And that means bisexual people present the biggest threat to everyone when it comes to murdering.

However I will say that LESBIANS, although females are rarely killers, when they DO kill, they be killin' ERRBODY!!!!!

Ain't nobody safe from getting killed by a lesbian.

That said, it's so rare for women to be killers that they're still the least of anybody's worries when it comes to getting murdered.

[Guest]

Just don’t let them near your children , the laying on of gay hands will turn the kids gay

[Mister Obvious]

[user328]

Your classic gay would break character, were he to profess not being squeamish around guns.

[Mister Obvious]

I want a gay best friend!!!

I seriously long for a flamboyantly gay best friend...

He would be so honest with me about everything because he wouldn't be sexually motivated whatsoever.

When I make my next million, I will set aside a gay best friend fund which I will use to buy the friendship of a fabulously gay man.

[Mister Obvious]

I feel like this goes in line with my fetish/fantasy about paying ridiculously good looking men to be in my presence in a totally non-sexual way.

My gay best friend could select my outfits, we'd all be clad in one of a kind pieces that we all designed ourselves.

We'd all be dripping in rhinestones, glitter, sequins, in a high rise with floor to ceiling windows wrapping around the entire suite.

Warm natural lighting pouring into our glimmering den of luxury, lamps and sconces with prisms throwing rainbows everywhere.

[Mister Obvious]

Cameras would be rolling constantly, we'd do nothing but sit and stand in various poses, looking cool and mysterious and extravagant in every single frame.

[Mister Obvious]

Chandeliers. So many chandeliers.

[Mister Obvious]

Too many chandeliers. Shamelessly.

[Mister Obvious]

[Mister Obvious]

I want to be the weirdest, most eccentric old lady who has ever lived.

I will have a very large, incredibly safe luxury vehicle which will carry myself and my devilishly handsome highly paid male model acquaintances 3 blocks away to our favorite restaurant/club.

It will be bedazzled, like everything else. A troupe of other vehicles painted in Vantablack will follow in front, behind, and beside us, recording our blindingly bright automobile and our arrival.

We'll have so much of our own paparazzi that the real paparazzi won't be able to get close, all they'll get is faraway shots and sloppy seconds.

[Mister Obvious]

Only the best for my well paid troupe of absurdly stylish, beautiful men.