FAG-HAG HANDBOOK: FOOD MEANS LOVE

Way back in a previous post, I made a list of essential fag-hag rules and what qualifies a female on being a Haggy. Unwittingly I seem to have forgotten an imperative trait that demonstrates true fag-hag love and bondship. Now, it's no surprise that us gays appreciate good food. Food can be art. The art of preparing a scrumbtrulescent dish for said homo is drool inducing. To be as fortunate enough to have a haggy is joy in a bucket alone, but to have a haggy who cooks well while serving you overflowing delicacies a plenty -- well, that's just heaven in a handbasket. Denise knows how to take care of her homo. Literally as soon as I walk through her door, she'll ask me if I've eaten, with that caring hag-face I've come to love. Now, let's not get into her snack collection. Capping off what always is a knock out dinner, she whips up a cinnamon crescent roll, a couple of yodels, a handful of chips, and a large bottle of Vitamin Water... because we're health fanatics of course. Future fag-hags take note: THE FIRST WAY TO A HOMOS HEART IS THROUGH HIS RIPPED, SIX-PACK BELLY. Denise knows this. Catch up. [source]