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His name was Frank.
Merri-Go-Round:
Frank? There’s an angel named Frank?
ShyGuy25:
The name had to start somewhere.
Merri-Go-Round:
All right, smartguy. Any other fun camel facts for me?
ShyGuy25:
Well . . . they’re polygamous.
Merri-Go-Round:
Of course they are.
ShyGuy25:
And the males bite the females’ genitals as part of the courting ritual.
Merri-Go-Round:
now you’re just messing with me. Also ouch.
ShyGuy25:
Annnnnd they come 4 times in one go. So you know. Dick humps are a thing I guess.
Merri-Go-Round:
Dick humps?!?!?!
ShyGuy25:
Well, they store water in their humps, so they must have extra dick humps to store all that jizz. Or they just want to really make it count when their good buddy Frank shows up.
I let out a cackle loud enough I had to stop and wait to see if any of the horsemen were going to come check on me. When I was certain the coast was clear, I refocused on the screen, another little snicker escaping me as I reread his last message and typed my reply.
Merri-Go-Round:
So . . . testicles.
ShyGuy25:
Well, yeah, if you want to be pedantic about it.
Merri-Go-Round:
Big testicles?
ShyGuy25:
Come on, admit it, dick humps sounds so much more on brand. And it has flair.
