It's basically as annoying as frat boys strutting around like a bunch of peacocks and loudly boasting about crushing pussy constantly and cat calling after everything that moves.
That's the straight version of the gay flamer. When you're entire identity is built around built around the singular dimension of getting laid you can be pretty fucking annoying.
It's basically as annoying as frat boys strutting around like a bunch of peacocks and loudly boasting about crushing pussy constantly and cat calling after everything that moves.
That's the straight version of the gay flamer. When you're entire identity is built around built around the singular dimension of getting laid you can be pretty fucking annoying.