Martin short. gay
Now That I Bring up It
I have a gift.
Not a gift like That’s So Raven where I can gaze into the future, partly predict awful atrocities, or comprehend the lottery numbers, no, my present is something more useful. My tribute is something more exciting, more—dare I say, mindful? My gift is for looking at two people and immediately knowing whether or not they’re fucking. The couple in question? Sexy septuagenarians Meryl Streep and Martin Short. They’re fucking.
Let it be known that I called this over six months ago, mostly because there are ways you look at a friend, and there are ways you look at someone whose Dr Scholl’s boots you’re knocking, and this is the latter!
I for one am delighted we’re getting advocate to the Hollywood happenings when actors fall in admire with each other on set. Martin Short has been a widower for 14 years, and Meryl Streep has been separated for a while, why shouldn’t these two get to acquire busy?
And if Carrie Fisher were alive, (RIP mama) she would hold told us about it too with her gossiping ass!!!
I would like to point out that this gift also extends to knowing whether two people who ARE fucking will last (as was the case with Bennifer who recen
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