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The Holy One:
Bingo! Winner, winner, chicken dinner. He’s in a drought. His dick and mojo are broken. It was bound to happen.
The Love Machine:
Whatever. I see you two aren’t any help. Assholes.
The Love Machine:
Speaking of eating and fucking pussy, I see Scottie let you up for air Diva.
Careful.
The Holy One:
Yeah Loving, be real careful - he gets suuuuuper touchy around the blonde bombshell he’s trying to fit with a ball and chain. You shoulda seen him at our game, he was almost foaming at the mouth when I hugged her. The guy’s possessed.
Me: I think you mean obsessed.
The Holy One:
Nah. I mean PO-sessed. You’re like in some alternate Universe ever since you managed to brain wash her into dating you. You told her yet about your grand plans of tying her down to you forever?
If you’re referring to us growing our family, then yes. I’m happy to announce that Scottie is fully on board with us having kids. And asap.
The Holy One:
I called it, he’s given her Stockholm Syndrome.
The Love Machine:
KidSSSSS? Like multiple? Eww. They whine and just like eat and shit.
First off to you, Papas.
Second, yes, kids, you jackass. And I certainly don’t need any EXPERT advice from the likes of you when it comes to children. You’re the last person I’d come to for that advice - you’d definitely be my first choice for STD advice though. No offense. Children are a gift, and I hope one day - probably way in the future - that you’ll experience what I’m talking about.
The Holy One:
The sex must be incredible - tell us it is.
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The Love Machine:
Oh come on! Don’t leave us hanging. Going bare all the time?! That must be the best part of it all. You know Papas and I have never experienced that - gotta wrap the big guy up! We don’t need any “oopsies”. So we gotta live vicariously through you now, tell us all the things about riding bareback.
The Holy One:
You know he’s right.
I have no point of comparison. I’ve only ever had Scottie bare.
The Holy One:
Yeah, but like before her.
The Love Machine:
