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i’m sick and tired of people pretending that burger isn’t delicious just to clown on americans. america deserves the ridicule, but why’s burger catching strays? burger did nothing wrong

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No one was behaving

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This random reply is such a good reaction image

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the first draft is allowed to be bad. the second draft is also allowed to be bad. unfortunately, the third draft now owes me rent and a will to live

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Hi. Angel on your shoulder here. It's totally ok to kill that guy

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Let's bother mama

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underrated form of humor: just making shit up in past tense

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Love it when an animal has a long tail for no reason at all. Look at this guy. Ridiculous. So silly.

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Time travel stories are fun because you can just say: "they were time fugitives who travel through time to hide from the time police who seek to remove them from the timeline with their time guns"

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practiced some Shoresy/Letterkenny fanfic writing. The dialect is just so intimidating, but I think I'm getting the hang of it

This is a short Wayne/Shoresy drabble, where I took some of Shoresy's dialogue with Laura Mohr and made it gay.

So far the working titles for a full fic is either: "He's a bit young" or "I'd take an elbow to the groin just to pick stones with ya."

"Waffle," Shoresy's voice was the most sincere Wade had ever heard. It was vulnerable, a bit soft. In fact it was more than drill bit 10-ply. "My family calls me Waffle."

"I'm not calling you that," Wayne grumbled as he tossed another bale of barley.

Shoresy slumped. "Fuck- can you at least stop doin' hay so we can talk."

"It's fuckin-" Wayne rolls his entire head with his eyes. "It's fuckin barley." How many times did he have to fucking say it?

Shoresy lifted his free hand in defense, mimicking the attitude Wayne was giving him. "Holy... So dumb."

There stood there for a moment. Wayne staring down at the barley he just threw. Shoresy staring up at the barn rafters.

Shoresy knew if he wanted this, he was going to make the first move. And fuck, did he want this bad. "So, yeah, so..." That caught Wayne's attention. "Paul."

Wayne took two steps to bring his stance closer in. "Paul?" It wasn't a confrontational question. Just a question. "Kay so... Kay... Paul..."

Shoresy looked as if he was holding his breath. The dip bulging his lip out in that goofy way Wayne hated to admit was charming. He hated dip so much. Still pissed that the hockey player brought the spitter into his barn.

"Paul Shore," Wayne tested the name out in his mouth.

"Oh fuck," Shoresy groaned. Wayne gave him a confused eyebrow. "Fuck, I'd spend 40 days and 40 nights in the sled shack to hear you say my name like that again."

Wayne furrowed his brow.

"I'd chew on barbed wire just hear your say my name like that again."

Wayne grumbled at that. "Get this guy a fucking puppers."

"I'd write my government name in the sky just for the chance to get you a puppers."

Wayne's grumbling was barely audible as he muttered something like, "too much sugar cereals..."

Shoresy's smile widened as he doubled down. "I swear, I'd be so good to ya."

"Is that what you'd be?"

"I won't rest till I get even a shoulder pat from you."

"Ain't no reason to get excited." Wayne was deflecting but it didn't take much to get the man to blush.

"Oh I'd be so good to ya. Wake up in the morning and I'm just there being good to ya."

"Is that what you'd be," Wayne repeated, softer this time. His tight squint was dangering near an actual smile.

Shoresy was downright giddy. It was always a win when he was able to get the stoic shirt-tucker to react to his flirting. "Well you look like that, so don't be surprised if I look like I want to be underneath ya."

Wayne fidgeted with his pant belt loops. "Paul Shore," he said again, and Shoresy nodded in the way that kept his head back against his shoulders. "Alright." With that, Wayne took a few strong steps towards the exit of the barn and in the direction of the house. He looks back only briefly, and Shoresy didn't need to be told twice as he diligently followed Wayne into the house. It took everything in the hockey player to not fist pump the entire way inside.

This is not beta read, and barely read twice by myself. Also the name Paul came from reddit.

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The look on Shoresy’s face when he thought the boys were talking about knowing a 17-year-old girl. “Are we gonna have to have a private conversation?”

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if he wouldn't tongue kiss a toaster to vacuum my fucking car, I don't want it. if he wouldn't sing karaoke to me every Wednesday, I don't want it. if he doesn't run the distance of a marathon because I said so, I don't want it.

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