dim-witted gay guy in that family, is visiting for the weekend. While making small talk, waiting for the roommate to return from the bathroom, he let it slide that he's covering all costs for the weekend. As it turns out, he's had some luck prostituting himself lately; his latest 'John' was particularly benevolent, and is thusly staying at a nice hotel and taking the roommate and his boyfriend (not the cicisbeo, thankfully) to a nice restaurant.
And to top it all off, next time I'm in Minnesota I get a 50% discount.
Not to look a gift horse in the mouth, but I wouldn't pay for his sex. That's an ass I wouldn't tap with a ten foot pole.
(Tap his ass with a pole? Holy double entendre, Batman!)
