It was the first time I was having all the boys sit down to dinner together.
BLAKE: This is just like the Housewives reunion!
I should have known better.
I thought maybe they could all get to know each other better, and help become a support system for each other.
BOWIE: Before we begin, is this twinkie high?
BOONE: Yo, I'm not a twinkie. I'm straight.
BOWIE: Of course you are, you're not the cute one.
Byron was looking uncomfortable. I told everyone that he was also straight, and was just looking for ways to become more open.
BOWIE: You want to be open?
BYRON: Um, yes.
BOWIE: I think I can help with that.
ME: Down, Bowie.
BLAKE: Oh my God! Your name is Bowie? That's wicked Gossip Girl.
BOWIE: Are you even a person?
Blake looked like he'd been slapped--which, he pretty much was.
BOONE: Why don't you back off?
BOWIE: Why don't you talk less?
BYRON: You know, I probably shouldn't even be here.
BLAKE: Um, I'm totally a person.
BOWIE: Why do you have two straights in this experiment? Isn't one token enough?
I could see it was a mistake to bring a pork chop (Byron) so close to a tiger (Bowie).
ME: Byron, you do have that thing to go to.
BYRON: What thing?
ME: The colonoscopy.
Hey, I had to come up with something.
BOWIE: There goes my appetite.
BOONE: Well, you did just eat a small child earlier.
BOWIE: You can suck my left--
ME: Okay, dinner's over!
Blake tugged on my sleeve, pointed at Bowie, and whispered--
BLAKE: Are you going to teach him not to be mean?
The tall orders keep on coming.