contact;

[pinkeffinprofessional]

If you don't know who the fuck you're trying to reach, then hang up the fucking phone. If not, leave a message. Try to make it snappy, will you?

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

The Jap shit's okay. They make good beer, too.

[whitetwoguns]

Okay then. It's settled.

[Wow. That was....really easy. They're faggots. They hang with Pink. And uh...guess there isn't much to hash over other than that. Another sip.

No one is gonna catch the gay from anyone else. Larry and Freddy can keep on infecting one another. Pink is a shrewd man. If there was a way to catch being a homo, he'd find a way out of it or a loophole and fucking flaunt his smart ass.

What man would want to fuck Mr. Pink anyway? He is, and may always be, an acquired taste.]

I say we walk to get some of this worked out.

[He gestures to his gut. Also because Larry doesn't wanna have to be a designated driver.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Maybe back in the day when brains, shrewdness, and evasion of the law in the face of the law were prided over brawn and beauty Pink would be a catch...like during prohibition or something.]

I gotta smoke anyway.

[Freddy agrees to a walk because he's made a habit of smoking on walks before risking going indoors where they don't allow it. What the fuck is up with that anyway? Fucking restrictions everywhere topside of this city.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[And off the three of them go, to a night full of brohood and not passing along the gay to others.]