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[orangetoughguy]

"Motherfucker, I'm trying to watch The Lost Boys."

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[thenormalsquint]

Less worrying about who the girlfriend in your relationship really is.

[IF ONLY SHE KNEW.]

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[orangetoughguy]

Whoa whoa I'm not the girlfriend.

[For the record he's not the girlfriend; he's the wife. Also now he has to thrown in an amendment.]

Nothing's wrong with being "the girlfriend" but seriously.

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[thenormalsquint]

Did I say there was? I'm just saying that maybe Sam has been this mystery woman all this time.

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[orangetoughguy]

[WHOOSH right over his head...cause he has more things to hide.]

Sam's a boy.

[Think about what you're saying for a second Freddy.]

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[thenormalsquint]

And?

[Not that she's hinting at anything, but this is Angela he's speaking to. If anybody knows anything about breaking the gender rules, it's her.]

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[orangetoughguy]

[There's a pause here as Freddy tries to think of something clever and not incriminating to say.]

He'd be my boyfriend.

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[thenormalsquint]

Which according you about his affections, he sounds like he already is.

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[orangetoughguy]

It's casual, nothing serious, no one gets hurt.

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[thenormalsquint]

Except for Sam, when you tell him you've fallen in love with a peacock.

Asshole!

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[orangetoughguy]

[Hah, she said peacock.] Hey fuck you.

[To the parrot again, it's almost like talking to Pink. And then to Angela again.] I don't think I can handle a peacock, too showy, high maintenance. I could give it your number.

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[thenormalsquint]

Right. I'm not the furry in this conversation.

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[orangetoughguy]

The what?

[Whhhhhhhhhyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Freddy wwwhhhyyyyyyyyyyyy.]

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[thenormalsquint]

The furry.

[Yes, Freddy, why?]

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[orangetoughguy]

What the hell's that mean? I'm not that hairy.

[Because he thinks this is some joke on male masturbation......why.]

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[thenormalsquint]

You don't have to be hairy to be a furry. You just have to get your rocks off on animals or at least pretending to be animals while having sex, I mean yiffing.

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[orangetoughguy]

[Silence. Silence. ...Silence. Sam makes a tapping tok tok sound near the device.]

"Yiffing"? Actually nevermind, you know too much.

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[thenormalsquint]

[She laughs loudly.]

Well, you asked!

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[orangetoughguy]

Man why do you even know this stuff? Don't they revoke your sex therapist license for it?

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[thenormalsquint]

I've dated circus people.

[Translation: she has weird friends.]

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[orangetoughguy]

The bearded lady or conjoined twins?

[He's not gonna doubt her claim.]

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[thenormalsquint]

The muscle guy, a couple of clowns, the lion tamer, and one of the acrobat girls.

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[orangetoughguy]

Clowns.

[Freddy says like he's shaking his head, cause he totally is.]

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[thenormalsquint]

Don't say it like that.

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[orangetoughguy]

I'm sorry. Fucking clowns.

[With more enthusiasm, like they're fucking cool, because with Angela one never knows if she actually may have liked someone who made a living being a clown.]

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[thenormalsquint]

Well, when they were with me, they certainly were.

[Does that answer any questions?]