I took my love to a gazebo. We drove past the gazebo. There were no giraffes by this gazebo. photo credit: FreeWine
poor giraffeless gazebo
Gazeebo ♫ Gazeebo ♪ We drove past the gazeebo ♫
Got something against the gazebo? Careful, he’s listening.
Gazebos are totally gay.
Pops was always chasing the homos out of ours with a pickaxe Friday and Saturday nights.
I got drunk one fourth of July and blew it up with a glad bag full of M-80s.
We would occasionally find the gays standing where it used to be crying.
Dude, that is one sorry ass looking gazebo.
It really is one pathetic gazebo.
Are you making these stories up, or copying them from somewhere? They are so vague that they seem like urban legends.