It's official: I am CONVINCED that all those cars parked in Griffith Park during the day time are closet gay house husbands looking for some down-low lovin'. Why else would a bunch of random gentlemen being sitting in cars on the north side of the park where NOTHING is going on at 1 in the afternoon?
Don't tell me they're nature buffs, either. The only nature I've ever seen over there are the coyotes that run down from the mountains and torment the bike riders.
That part's actually pretty funny now that I think about it.
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