Jesus, Drew. How did you get yourself into this?
Let me see if I got this right...
Your "in-laws" were staying in the guest room because they couldn't stay in the back house because your former boyfriend slash trick slash nude model photographer Greg is living in the back house... mama and papa are snuggled into the guest room while you, Andrew Mac, the "straight" roommate of their eldest son and heir to the fishing business, are snuggled in bed with Eric when Mama comes walking right into his room to what? To borrow an extra towel for Papa's bad back?
And she catches you on top of Eric!?!?!?
What was your excuse, I forgot -- you lost a contact lens? Where, in Eric's mouth???
Excellent. Remind me never to hire you to rob a bank!
"Uh, your Honor, I lost my contact lens in the bank vault..."
Drew -- what are you going to do?
And when are you going to put your foot down and straighten out that gay husband of yours? I'll tell you this much, if you were my boyfriend, I would never put you through this.
God, you can't even have sex with the guy in your own house! Andrew, pull your head out and put your foot down already!
I'm around if you need to talk...
Buff Dude
E-Mail
Date: Saturday, February 3, 11:30 EDT
From: Bad Drew
Subject: Re: Your ongoing saga
To: Buff Dude
RUB IT IN, WHY DON'T YOU?
I know, Dude! I know the situation I'm in more than anyone! I get it from you, I get it from Greg, I get it from all of them!
But none of you understand!
I mean, GODDAMNIT! This is so hard to deal with. There is no simple answer, there is no way to just "Samantha Stevens" it away. Eric is going through hell too, and I get that -- but I'm at my boiling point here.
I don't need it from you! I don't need you advice or your "If I were your boyfriend shit..." okay? I'm trying!
I'm trying...
Drew
