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>Okay, so this isn't really an appendix, but it is what >may one day be the prologue to the story I wasn't >kidding about writing, which I also wasn't kidding >about calling Quasi Gay: The Tale of Jonas and Kyle. > >Anyway, in the spirit of the season, I'm posting it. > >Merry Festivus... TO YOU!!!! > > > > > > >No Aqua Teen Hunger Force fans in the house? > > >--- > >Fuck. > > > > > >Fuck. > > >Fuck. Fuck. FUCK! > >That was a moan – fuck. You are not supposed to moan >when you’re having some sort of drunken kissing thing >happening with your best friend. You’re not supposed >to like it. It’s supposed to feel like kissing an >arm, like some strange and awkward encounter with an >over affectionate aunt. It’s not supposed to feel >like home. Certainly not when you are male and so is >he and neither of you are actually like that, >actually. > >Fuck. > >This is bad, this is bad, this is so fucking bad. > >Fuck. Wait. Pull yourself together you fucking >idiot. You are drunk. This is drunk kissing with >your equally drunk best friend. Think. Look at him. >Did you really think you could convince yourself you >didn’t think he was perfect, in like every conceivable >way, you dumb fuck? > >Okay. Don’t look at him. Just think. Everyone is >drunk. People forget stuff when they’re drunk. >Later, when they’re not drunk and have headaches. So >use it. You’ll forget, he’ll forget, and everything >will be fine. It’ll be completely fine. > >Shit, where’d he go? > >Fuck.
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