Tacos. [Good save, Dimick. Freddy snorts anyway then shakes his head.] I'm not hungry, I'm kinda full.
[And in need of a shower shit they didn't hit the bath after coming from a sweaty game of catch either. These sheets will need to be washed. Later though, like this weekend. If only Larry could have seen Freddy's place in all its clutter. He would have liked to show him his music set up, no one appreciates a good record anymore except music aficionados and old dudes. Guess which one Larry fits.]
It's a private party anyway, except for that guy.
[He waves a hand at the alien. Ooh, those kisses are nice. Freddy reaches up to run his fingers through Larry's hair.] Thanks, Larry.
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[And in need of a shower shit they didn't hit the bath after coming from a sweaty game of catch either. These sheets will need to be washed. Later though, like this weekend. If only Larry could have seen Freddy's place in all its clutter. He would have liked to show him his music set up, no one appreciates a good record anymore except music aficionados and old dudes. Guess which one Larry fits.]
It's a private party anyway, except for that guy.
[He waves a hand at the alien. Ooh, those kisses are nice. Freddy reaches up to run his fingers through Larry's hair.] Thanks, Larry.