Day Twenty-Eight

There appears to be a consensus that Lance is never more gay than when surrounded by women. Be they Playboy bunnies, Vegas hostesses, or random club girls, he seems to maintain an air of such abject indifference that one has to wonder if he even has a pulse. This is Kathy Griffin, and she somehow felt compelled to put this rather charming aspect of him on display for all the watching world. I love him for not playing along.

Yours by Amber (the link to this specific story was broken when I tried it; I linked to her e-mail instead)

You kiss him over and over again. You kiss him until he drops what he's carrying and puts both his hands in your hair. He's yours to kiss now.

I'm of the oddly singular belief that to Lance, having Joey would mean everything, and he'd gladly spare the expense. Unfortunately for anything and anyone who might pose an ostacle to that.