POSTED IN | 12:26 PM

Justin and Michael. Placid. Meek. Virtuous.

But Justin won't have a part in affectionizing, and the cold shoulder is hoisted icily upon the advancing emotive party.

Spirit blunted, Michael pulls away in misery. But wait...

Yes, how glorious. That they could find true embrace, where eyes could grapple in reverent joy. Amidst the clatter and chink of cafeteria's bounty, a wellspring of brotherly merriment.

3 Responses to 'Roommates'

  • Daughter of Eve said...'> 6:26 PM

    Oh my! Another v-word!

  • bammers said...'> 10:13 PM


  • DrLeoMarvin said...'> 2:40 PM

    John! That's my Steeler hat that I've been looking for the past year! I was starting to think it had never existed!