Let's be you and your husbear

This is one of the saddest-looking couples ever, right up with Brooklyn throuple, the Laveries.

I'm the matching bear paw tattoos.

I'm the pubes in the shower drain.

I'm the his and his matching jockstraps.

This is beyond boring. It's everyone on this site.

R5 you think people on here have lovers, never mind husbands?

Hi! We are elder millennials. I have ADHD, bipolar, and $125,000 in student loan debt. He has stage IV colon cancer.

R5 You are so completely deluded you think PR people are even aware of this place, let alone waste their time on here?

I'm the cub they're trying as a throuple, y'know- to add some spice.

I'm turning tricks while waiting for Manny to hit his minimum sentence and come on home to me.

I’m my puny cocklet.

i'm the earrings

I'm the caftans!

I’m the silence and absence.

I’m Adam. I’m cheating on Wes and he will have an STD in 7 days.

One of us reminds everyone of Nathan Lane.

That would be me and my blatino husbear, thank you very much.

He’s 26 years younger than me with a fat uncut cock.

True story.

I’m the bedsheets that need constant laundering.

I'm the necessary handy canisters of air freshener in the nightstand drawers.

I am their collection of cd covers personally signed by Celine Dion that they still proudly display.

I'm the mediocre Broadway actor with two hubbies and a kind-of career.

I'm the Wegovy.

I'm the twin pugs: Siegfried and Roy.

No they are not 'rescue'- gawd. AKC- from a show champion.

R8 "you think PR people are even aware of this place, let alone waste their time on here?"

I meant their fans.

OK, maybe their stalkers...

Those dudes look like they both have vaginas

^^ The one on the right has kind of a “save me” look on his face.

I'm the time we started DMing on Sniffies without immediately realizing we were talking to each other.

R27 That’s precious.

I'm the bright idea of moving in together after a week of "dating". And the complete lack of hygiene in all aspects of life (body, car, apartment, clothing, etc).

I’m the flatulence blamed by turns on the dog, invisible ducks and “barking spiders.”

I’m the damp steamy loads of laundry you step through on the way to THE bathroom. Two pants, Three shirts, and maybe some underwear per load is going to take all day. Welcome to the suburbia you can afford. Everything this fucker wears has spandex and yet he’s all wrinkles…..

You’re too rich to have a laundromat nearby and too poor to send everything to the cleaners. You consider a grease fire, but don’t want to endanger the violas - they’re going to rebloom!

I am the older (and richer) husbear and I start blinking when ever we meet anyone new. I don't think anyone can decode Morse code anymore.

I’m the Bachelor of Engineering (husbear) and the Bachelor of Arts (the fem one), framed and hanging inthe hallway between the office (second bedroom) and the shitter.

PR Interns are in fact aware of DL and assigned to rebut negative comments about their clients here. All they do all day is google their clients names. DL comes up in many a Google search about celebrities and has even been quoted in articles. DL may not be huge but it is known to a certain extent.

I am big! It's the publicity hounds that got small.