“It’s the MONSANTO chem-trails, Boomhauer! It’s the FROG WATER making me feel this way!” Boomhauer recoiled; his heart wrenched in familiar agony. “Dang ol’ man evry’time we get together man like this it’s always bout them dang ol’ chemicals ol’ frog water man talmbout dagnab GMOs man just. Kiss me man.” Dale hesitated, then wrapped his arms around Boomhauer in a sweet embrace. Their lips locked. “Maybe it’s not the frog water,” Dale thought. “Maybe…this was meant to be.”
dale leaned in towards boomhauer, his eyes full of bitter lust
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